On one side were the gods on high. In mythological accounts, they were almost omnipotent. Anything they casually left behind before the previous era could be called a miracle today.
On the other side were things like the fish bones left over from their earlier meal, carried here and discarded by the elves. If this canyon were an enormous trash can, then they were a heap of kitchen waste.
When the two began to overlap, a powerful sense of dissonance emerged.
Still, this scene vividly illustrated that even in the world of gods, the strong preying on the weak remained the bloody essence of things.
They were both gods, yet Raniedal prostrated himself before the God of Order, not daring to breathe too loudly. One really could not blame Raniedal for being too cowardly.
How could that island boy, who had devoted himself to avenging himself on the Sea God and climbed step by step to godhood, have been someone inherently servile and obsequious?
It was simply because he knew that, before certain beings, one careless mistake really could leave him in the same state as what lay before them.
The gap between gods might be far greater... than the gap between people.
"Did you already know these would be here?" Mavario asked. "Is that why you came here specifically?"
Kallen shook his head. "I didn't know."
"Oh."
Both fell silent for a while.
When Mavario did not press him further, Kallen grew a little curious.
"Hmm?"
"What is it?" Mavario asked in return.
"I thought you would keep asking me questions."
"You already said you didn't know."
"And you believed me?"
"What else would I do?"
"All right. Thank you for your trust."
"My trust in you is as sincere as your invitation to visit your home."
"Heh. All