"Do you think I'm some gullible aboriginal? A guy who hasn't even attained divinity dares to speak of immortality?
Make me a servant? Who could have imagined it's a blind man with six eyes!"
"Arrogant mortal!"
A single sentence made Oveg's wrath explode.
The Spirit of Nature, akin to a god, can normally only converse with special Holy Professionals like "Shamans" and "Priests."
Flattery coming from the mouths of successive shamans was something he heard many times, but Aiven's mocking words were a first.
Though merely an overlord in a small tribe, he had existed for hundreds of years and deluded himself a god, how could he tolerate transient mortals' offense?
Blood light already shot forth from his six eyes.
"Then I shall kill all you foreign small fries in one go, maybe your souls will change their minds!"
Crackling...
