I remember the great ages of the past. Every year, a dozen major deities would be killed, every year, a dozen would reform. But once a century, one of us would be missing. A major Deity would split into various other incarnations. Some, like Of Fortresses, would need a cataclysmic event to ever wipe out every minor mascot of the local castle at the same time to even have a chance at return.
Eventually, we realised we were wiping ourselves out. Now, I do not want to kill any of them. Divinity is the Light of this world, it should not be made extinct or reduced to nothing but Inventions simply because of our inability to keep the blades away from each other's throats.
Even those I cannot personally stand, like Irinika.
Even someone like Arascus.
- Excerpt from Allasaria's Diary. Dated to before the Great War.
