Human homes were like a titan.
They were full of countless things. From the floor panels to the smallest trivialities, each thing had been designed and created by someone. The materials used in the creation of the things had been produced by someone else. Vehicles that someone had assembled transported them over roads that someone had built.
The amount of effort and life hiding in each human home was staggering. The scale of it was so inconceivable that Mordret could only compare it to something he was more familiar with — an abomination so vast that its mere existence was a calamity.
But really, the waking world was so much more than that. The only creature it could truly be compared to was a god.
'A dead god, maybe.'
Humans were like ants, but he could easily imagine them as carrion worms wriggling as they feasted on a divine corpse.
He could imagine it vividly.
"Honey! Come eat!"
