People are weird.
They fear the unknown a lot more than the known.
Even if they face an unimaginable being, if they know even a little about it, they won't fear them as much as they will if they know nothing.
The fear of the unknown is endless in them.
And that's why they make the unknown either the evilest thing in existence or their God.
"...Is this the place where that 'God' of yours was seen?" I quietly asked as I turned to look at the old man.
He nodded vigorously, standing behind me as if hiding, "...Yes, my lord."
I turned and observed the place.
We stood at the entrance of a dark and gloomy forest hill which was already dried up because of the winter.
The trees seemed endless, with no end or light visible. From here, all I saw was gloom.
Taking a step forward, I moved towards the closest tree, which was half-broken.
