Heroist
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“It’s a bit scary…” Nira shivered, commenting.
No matter what the historian says in his lectures, with all his vivid illustrations, in reality, the external impression will always and forever guide the human subconscious, shaping its opinion and perception of the world. No matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, the primal fear of the most horned and winged of monsters bred by Rishe was ingrained in their nature, whether they are goddesses like Mana or something else, and this was probably done for a reason. Of course, there are those who enjoy collecting snakes and spiders, but these are just exceptions compared to the general perception of the human race about distinct creatures that pose a threat to them. Perhaps all this is just an old game between the gods, and all these subconscious prejudices do not contain any real background, but even so, it is difficult to imagine friendly gatherings in a tavern with a huge dragon, heartfelt conversations over a mug of beer about the next football champion, or something similar. Perhaps some intelligent races are simply not created to coexist in harmony, and it is not even a matter of hostility towards each other, but rather a difference in natural limits: a fish and a bird will never be friends, as long as the realm of one is the sea, and the other is the sky.
No matter what the historian says in his lectures, with all his vivid illustrations, in reality, the external impression will always and forever guide the human subconscious, shaping its opinion and perception of the world. No matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, the primal fear of the most horned and winged of monsters bred by Rishe was ingrained in their nature, whether they are goddesses like Mana or something else, and this was probably done for a reason. Of course, there are those who enjoy collecting snakes and spiders, but these are just exceptions compared to the general perception of the human race about distinct creatures that pose a threat to them. Perhaps all this is just an old game between the gods, and all these subconscious prejudices do not contain any real background, but even so, it is difficult to imagine friendly gatherings in a tavern with a huge dragon, heartfelt conversations over a mug of beer about the next football champion, or something similar. Perhaps some intelligent races are simply not created to coexist in harmony, and it is not even a matter of hostility towards each other, but rather a difference in natural limits: a fish and a bird will never be friends, as long as the realm of one is the sea, and the other is the sky.
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