Something smells horrible...

New crafts... Bustling villages... Beautiful fields... Looking down from the sky, I bet that's all you see.

It's not something I enjoy.

Urk......

The works of man are filled with that taint of death you so despise.

And yet, if they did not fear us, next time they might start killing one another for their own reasons.

Chikato, Sosou and I used to be gods of our own settlements, but... the settlements would start fighting each other just because the gods they worshipped were different.

It hurts. Watching humans I've protected since they were little babies strike and slay one another...

For a god from above the clouds, it must really reek.

These are human sacrifices to Misagu.

There are bones buried under the trees.

We must take what we are offered. If we refuse, the people get confused. They suspect the gods are displeased with them, and end up offering even more blood.