The Celestial Supreme frowned as he considered the proposition.
"So you're saying I should go ahead and investigate the ant mound without any care for the consequences? That's actually a good idea."
The god of fate waved his arm to disagree. "No, that's a bad idea. What if the aim of this god is to make the gods hate you? Right now we have one god on the side of the ant. Your actions might lead to more gods switching to help non-giant races. You are already disliked among the gods. This might be the tipping point. They might just decide to band together and usurp you."
