"I am just desiring to get what belongs to me." Mars scoffed and landed back on the ground. "Luck is a pathetic thing. Only because I wasn't born in a land where magic energy was plentiful."
"An excuse, and excuses." Loki said with mocking laughter. "My village elders said that magic gods are those who decide who gets the talent and who does not.
"You simply weren't favored, and it isn't hard to see why. They could see what kind of person you would've become with greater talent; that's why they are hindering you!"
"Hah, those arrogant gods think they can still rule over us." Mars laughed angrily. "They were once already defeated by humans. I'll be the next Sword of the Pale God and take the fight to the heavens.
"Only humans should rule this world!"
"I am curious; how much was your fate?" Loki's lips curled into an angry-filled smile. "Y'know, our village also had information about your eye—Eye of Shimon.
