An offering to the gods.
There were countless gods and countless souls offered to them. They condemned Nikolai with the curse of devouring souls while they asked for worshipers to offer them.
'A group of hypocrites,' Nikolai knew. The archeologist in front of him didn't seem to be lying, nor did the ugly scar on her stomach. It wasn't ugly because of its shape, but because it signified how weak humans were.
They were ready to kill each other just to appease creatures who treated them like ants. Hence, the gods weren't the only ones deserving of hate, but also those who worshiped them and sacrificed others for their moral cause.
"Which god?" Nikolai asked, even though he had no use for such information. However, Taly didn't answer him and hid her stomach instead.
"One who would die eventually," she said with hate in her eyes. "Along with his dear worshipers, of course," the archeologist gritted her teeth.
