"Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Apparently, two of the statues in the hall of gods crumbled to dust last night; the faceless god of golems, Psiko, and the god of dragons Diablos,"
"Is it an omen?"
"The priests are saying the gods are angry at us!"
"You think those gods actually exist?"
"Ugh," Sol stood perched on one of the temples of Diablos with a meaty kebab in his grasp slowly eating. "These people are as obsessive as those gods are, can't they find more meaning to their lives than nitpicking at every detail of someone else's life?"
"You believe the gods are obsessive?" Sara asked, and he looked over at her who sat and ate carelessly with a smile at how he had corrupted her into committing blasphemy agains Diablos, even if she already knew that the pantheon had abandoned Diablos who had been judged for interfering with the affairs of the heroes summoned to save Arkadia and caused a divide in the heavens.
