Standing on the street, Ossen looked back. This was the wooden hut he had lived in for decades, built together with the creator.
At the time, it served as an example for other humans, with Prometheus teaching them how to construct shelters, and Ossen had always taken pride in residing there.
But after this, he probably wouldn't have the chance to live there again.
"But there's nothing that can be done about it..."
With a sigh, Ossen felt somewhat sentimental.
"You are neither the strongest deity, nor can you anticipate every outcome; I am truly grateful that you created me, but that's not a reason for me to accompany you in death."
"No—the only one who will die is me, you all will never!"
The voice started off faint, as if trying to persuade oneself, but then it turned to grinding teeth. At some point, Ossen found himself growing more and more envious of the deities. So envious it bordered on resentment.
