After a while, I realized the hold on me had disappeared. Had those mortals left? Or had the mortals kill the annoying warden who had watched over me for three thousand years? No, it couldn't be. I highly doubted that. With that thought in mind, I swam back to the surface. To find the three mortals standing there. So was the annoying god.
I sighed in relief. Wait, why was I sighing? Must be because the mortals didn't kill him. If even mortals could kill him, what would I look like? Someone even more useless than mortals?
The mortals and the annoying god of order seemed to be... bartering? I hid myself behind a stone and peeked at them.
"We found this, so it's ours!" shouted one mortal, his face red with anger.
"I understand," the god replied with his cold, logical voice. "You broke the ward."
"So?" the mortal, who was the leader of the group, said rudely.
