"War?" Grimsight asked, feeling a deep sense of terror at just the thought of it. He remembered the cries of the innocent demons. The tears of ones who wanted nothing more than to just protect what was theirs.
He could still feel his spear coated in the blood of those who had never been his enemies. His hands were still red with those deaths.
"Why… why will there be another war? Is one not enough already?" he asked. "We already got what we wanted. I helped you all get what you wanted."
The Winter God watched his outburst with narrowed eyes. "You helped, yes. So I am asking you to help us again."
"No!" Grimsight said. "You cannot let this happen again. Not the war."
"You want to influence this matter? Become a god," the Winter God said. "Otherwise, just hand over the treasure, or whatever it is."
