Kvada, that skull, was stealthily sowing gods. Sure enough, what was sown in the bud wasn't necessarily a god, but it was indeed a quicker way to create one. After thousands of years of research, the elf Deru had finally made progress.
Unfortunately, the Divine Body was crushed by the God of Life.
"Are you sure you can raise a god? Only those with godliness count, you know," asked Negris.
Ange nodded in reply.
"That's enough, then. As long as we kindle the Divine Fire of the Goddess of Beauty and the God of Farming, along with this one, we'll have six gods. But what are we to do with six gods? Did Shamara say anything else?" Negris continued his questioning.
Ange shook his head.
Leaving the Resting Palace, returning to his own body, Negris continued to chatter, "What are we to do with six gods? What are we to do with six gods?"
Ange suddenly made a move with the Divine Fire of the God of Farming, puzzled, he said, "It is... growing."
