But what grated them the most… was their fellow godlings.
The other half, the ones who seemed far too comfortable among mortals.
Some of them laughed with humans, played with them, explored the city streets with them completely unaffected by the ticking mortality of their new companions. They found humans amusing, interesting, even charming. They blended effortlessly into human gatherings, festivals, and daily life.
It was infuriating.
"Let them enjoy their toys," one Merfolk muttered darkly.
"They will tire of them soon enough."
The division fueled heated exchanges, sharp tongues, sneers, and pointed remarks but never escalated beyond verbal spats. No godling wanted to spill blood within a foreign empire without cause.
Instead, the disinterested faction acted with quiet dignity.
They simply left.
