🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Kamistella looked at Cherry with a long and somehow heavy gaze. “Understanding the essence of the divine plan is accessible only to the gods. We, mortals, can only speculate about it, not truly knowing even whether the beings who became gods are the same individuals as the gods themselves,” the Lunarian sighed, “so there is no point in pondering what you would do if you became a god. As for fleeing the undead invasion... the world is not at peace in Asuguh alone, and leaving now is a good chance to end up alone. Historically, refugees are not loved by everyone.” Ah, I wish I could chat with Faineant about scrims right now, instead of all this!