Living in this perilous world, life was a constant struggle.
For these villagers, living in fear of death had become the norm—they had always relied on themselves, yet their strength was nothing before the might of the Dark Gods.
If this benevolent god could protect them, the stable life they had always dreamed of might finally become reality.
According to the Flesh-Winged Angel, human gods were gradually returning, but how long would that process take?
No one knew.
And when the human gods did return, there would undoubtedly be a cataclysmic war between them and the Dark Gods.
No one could predict the outcome, but one thing was certain: they were too insignificant to play any role in such a battle.
Even a mere aftershock of divine combat could become an unstoppable tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path.
So whether or not the Flesh-Winged Angel's words were true, securing the protection of a human god could only be a blessing.
