"How many of the Old Gods have been resurrected?"
The world had now become completely different from its original history, and Danyla did not dare fully trust the scenes she had glimpsed through the mists of time and space, so she asked the Lord of the Skies directly.
"Not many. And the Old Gods who can awaken in Westeros owe it to your kindness, so most of them will not make enemies of you."
"My kindness?"
"Yes. You spread weirwoods across the continent again, giving them enough strength to revive. But once we awakened, we also lost the imprints we had left within the weirwoods."
"If the true body restored in this resurrection suffers further damage, the path to godhood may be closed forever. So none of us will lightly make an enemy of anyone unless absolutely necessary."
"But when it comes to gaining faith power, there is no telling what choices each of us might make."
"With forms like yours, all you need to do is show yourselves to mortals. Gaining their faith should be easy."
Danyla could not help curling her lip as she looked at the Giant Eagle before her.
"Alas! You simply have not realized it yet. You can see us because the magical energy within you has already acquired divinity. In mortal eyes, we are merely various terrifying weather phenomena."
"To them, the Lady of the Waves is towering waves and storms, while I am no more than fierce mountain winds and cold moonlight."
"Only those who possess magical energy can sense our presence and speak with us."
"What?!"
The Lord of the Skies' words took Danyla completely by surprise, but they also prompted deeper speculation about these so-called gods.
"So that is it!"
"No wonder every god in history eventually vanishes into the tide