"I really don't understand why you want your followers to fight the followers of the Goddess of Wealth," the God of Diplomacy asked. They were in a pavilion next to the terrifying black pool that could ablate Divine Power, hidden deep in the God's Kingdom of the human gods.
In the middle of the black pool, the place where the God of Diplomacy sat had turned into a thin piece of ice. He himself was sealed within the solid piece of ice. Golden Divine Power was seeping out from the ice in a continuous stream where it was ablated by the black pool, becoming a grayish-white vapor.
Amidst the vapor, a slow voice said, "This is… purifying… belief… necessary."
"Purifying belief? Hasn't your belief already been greatly purified?
"Not enough."
"This is still not enough?" asked the God of Diplomacy as he looked at that black pool. The pitch-black water that looked like ink had clearly dropped significantly.
