"What's the use of procrastination? Do we just hope that after the Evil God has devoured enough flesh and souls, it will simply vanish?"
Modo's voice was flat as he spoke, yet the old man communicating with the knight could feel the resolute ascetic's inner fury.
"This is our only hope for now, after all, poverty has always been an issue, but the Evil God doesn't always exist in our world because of it.
Although Its appearances are irregular, after each ravaging, It always quiets down for a while. This indicates that the Evil God's needs are limited."
"Heh heh, elder, what are we to the Evil God? Crops ready for harvest at any time or pigs for slaughter?"
"Modo, I know, and I can understand the rage in your heart, but what can we do? We're already exhausted dealing with the monsters born from the Evil god's corruption, and we simply don't have the power to confront the Evil God directly."
