"Of course, I want to hurry," Fang Hong replied irritably, "but you'd be better off pulling me up there instead of wallowing in self-pity, and there's nothing much to see in that bag of bones of yours."
Regarding this dark deity, Fang Hong had not a shred of fondness. Were it not for this being's own actions, there would not be so many troubles now. However, his indifferent tone was not solely due to this issue but also stemmed mainly from the Earthlings' estrangement from the gods of Eteliria, with some believing that these were not gods at all, and others even thinking that this was not a real world.
In some senses, they weren't entirely wrong, as if labeled by the natives: False Believer. Even if there was faith, it was not devout but rather like a transaction. Some gods did not mind as long as their doctrines were followed, but some gods were fastidious and did not accept believers of the Chosen—or accepted very few.
