"Lord Blaidd?"
An elder spoke up.
Blaidd looked toward the voice. It was a Zamor elder whose mask bore a white snowflake.
The Zamor elder raised his head with difficulty to look at Blaidd. "What brings you here?"
Blaidd lowered himself onto a blanket. "I'm seeking the power of ice and snow."
"Oh, so serving the Lunar Princess has made you want to pursue the cold as well?" the Zamor elder asked, though he already knew the answer. "Well, we don't really have any hidden secrets here."
Blaidd believed that.
If they had any hidden secrets, the Zamor would not have survived to this day.
"That statue..." Blaidd drew out the words, giving the Zamor elder time to explain.
"Oh, that is the ice and snow we worship." The Zamor elder chuckled hoarsely. "As you can see, it isn't a deity with a physical form, merely the natural power of the Mountaintops of the Giants."
Blaidd understood at once: simple nature worship.
This worship was even simpler and more primitive than that of the Ancestor Spirit's People.
The Ancestor Spirit's People already had a shamanic religious culture, as well as Ancestor Spirits and the Ancestral Spirit that truly existed.
The soul's transition between life and death was also real and could be experienced.
But the Zamor's faith was more primitive, so primitive that they worshipped natural phenomena.
Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, for example, had all been worshipped back in times of ignorance.
But as people explored nature further and their knowledge grew, natural phenomena such as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning needed a tangible image, along with associated divine powers.
It was like how simply talking about the Erdtree would give most people no real sense of it.
If the Erdtree stood right there, where it could often be