Mortis stood there, gasping.
He was covered in blood from head to toe, and all around him were corpses.
I swear… I didn't mean to do that.
Rain began to pour.
It fell heavily around him, soaking everything, washing the blood into the marble beneath his feet.
He collapsed onto his back and wailed.
The sky was grey and heavy, pouring as if it wanted something.
I didn't know it would kill them all.
The blue screen appeared in front of him again, making him jolt and hit his head against the ground.
He stared at it through bleary eyes.
[Follower count: 0Sacrifice count: 2092Human Sacrifice count: 1Great Legends count: 0Folktale count: 1]
His vision blurred.
[You have created the folktale "Bleeding Skies."Do you wish to popularize it?]
Anger surged through Mortis.
"SCRAM!" he shouted.
The text shifted.
**[Mortis, the Blood God
You are not yet a Full God.
Fulfil the criteria to ascend.]
Criteria:Followers: 1,000,000Great Legends count: 6Folktales count: 11Temples count: 2Offerings: 1,000,000
Do you wish to popularize "Bleeding Skies"?]**
Mortis gritted his teeth.
How did I even get here?
He had no idea what he should do or where he should go.
The rain had grown heavier, beating against his frail body like pebbles.
His eyes fell again on that same line.
[Do you wish to popularize "Bleeding Skies"?]
He stared at it for a long moment.
Then—
…fine.
"Yes… I want to popularize it."