What the fuck is that man talking about? Those were my thoughts the next day. End obviously took something that was why he was talking in riddles. No, what he was telling me was pure fantasy.
Yet why do I feel something ominous was in the air? Like there was something that was waiting to happen. End was afraid. He was genuinely saying that something bad will happen to me.
Was Angus that scary? Should I shrug off the concern? Or take into consideration the things that he said?
Gods. Gods were living among us. And some of them were having a power trip.
What gods he was talking about, was something I am not sure about. Each culture has different gods. The names may vary but the roles are almost the same. A god of war, love, ruler, and so forth.
I sigh. It was hard to imagine that gods walked among the living. Now, even as we speak they are doing things that normal humans usually do.
Eat. Work. Sleep. Interact. Love. And care.
