The gods of Terra were only as destructive as natural disasters.
Compared to Herrschers who wielded the laws of physics, they were still somewhat weaker.
Not to mention Fusion Warriors capable of tearing Herrschers apart with their bare hands.
Calling out a name and then bringing lightning down from the sky was clearly beyond the scope of Originium Arts.
A kindred being.
Or perhaps some higher form of existence?
This god of Kjerag was clearly not skilled in battle. Having spent years dormant in the snowy mountains, accepting the worship of her followers, she was like a pebble living in a stream—hard, yet worn smooth around the edges.
She never took the initiative to start conflicts.
After splitting the tree, the heavenly punishment entered a rather lengthy cooldown.
Seeing that the conflict could not be resolved, and that the priestess had answered her own question, albeit not entirely satisfactorily, she intended to shrink back and go to sleep.
White light scattered.
Just as the goddess was preparing to leave, Hoshino patted her shoulder, making her intention to keep her perfectly clear.
"What do you want?"
the goddess asked in confusion.
"Help me with a little favor. Look at how pitiful your own Saintess is. Give her a long vacation, will you?" Hoshino said casually. The goddess frowned, shifting her gaze away from the charred crater.
"Why?"
She asked doubtfully, "Though I do not quite understand the various rituals they have developed from their faith, they are still Kjerag's traditions. Altering them rashly may cause disruption and damage their devout faith."
"What could strengthen a believer's faith more than the arrival of a true god?"
Hoshino shot back.
The goddess nodded seriously. "That is true, but there is another question: what do I stand to gain?"
At that, Hoshino swept out