I am God LSLCCF

”I heard mercenaries came from Limestone Town,” another voice chimed in. ”Theyʼre here to collect potion plants and capture mutated beasts.” The weight of their troubles seemed to grow heavier with every word.

”They canʼt be allowed to do that!” someone exclaimed. ”Those are offerings for the Feathered Serpent God.” The mood of the group shifted instantly.

The mutated beasts harming people was regrettable, but the idea of outsiders stealing their sacred offerings was unacceptable. In their eyes, all potion plants and mutated beasts were manifestations of the Feathered Serpent Kurmisʼs power. They belonged to Kurmis alone.

”Itʼs a shame Chief Anu isnʼt here,” one of them said. ”He went to eliminate that cursed ghoul and get revenge for Lek.” The mention of Lek seemed to stir their collective anger.

”That ghoul is going to die this time, Iʼm sure of it,” another declared. Their expressions hardened with fury, all of them hoping for Anuʼs success in avenging their fallen comrade.

Akmanmon perched silently on a tree branch, his keen eyes following the movement of the Lizard People passing beneath him.

As their words carried upward, he listened carefully. It was only then that he learned the name of the Lizard Person who had ventured into Red Earth Territory was Anu.

Akmanmon carefully avoided the Lizard People as he made his way to their base.

When he arrived, his gaze was drawn once more to the magnificent pyramid that dominated the area.

Its design reminded him of the tomb he had once constructed. Yet, while his creation was steeped in death, this structure radiated life and vitality.

The Lizard Peopleʼs village had expanded. The buildings now served as more than just shelters, with warehouses, libraries, meeting halls, and general stores having been added.

Despite being a paradise secluded from the world, they still relied on Suinhorʼs currency. The influence of the Snake Peopleʼs civilization reached even into this isolated haven.

Akmanmon moved carefully along the outer perimeter of the Lizard Peopleʼs village, maintaining a deliberate distance.

He took in the bustling activity, his keen eyes noting every detail. It all aligned perfectly with his expectations.

”The consciousness in the pyramid is awake. It hasnʼt slipped into a full slumber like before.”

”Looks like the Feathered Serpent Kurmis has been busy with important matters lately.”

Akmanmon understood exactly what Kurmis was up to.

Kurmis had dispatched Anu to Red Earth Territory to confront him, even going so far as to lend Anu his power for the task.

”Heʼs waiting for news from Red Earth Territory, hoping to eliminate me and all the ghouls in one fell swoop.”

Akmanmon loved nothing more than catching others off guard. That was the reason he had rushed here with such urgency.

However, based on what he had heard and observed, this time he decided to abandon his usual swift and decisive approach. Instead, he withdrew from the Volcano Forest, choosing to wait patiently for the right opportunity.

Kurmis was waiting, and so was he. Both were poised for the perfect moment.

Akmanmon knew the ideal time to strike would come when Kurmis made his move against ”him.”

Before turning to leave, Akmanmon cast a final glance back at the Feathered Serpentʼs pyramid. His gaze was as cold as ice.

”You want to kill me. In that case, you have nothing to complain about when I come for you.”

”Isnʼt that right?”

In the days that followed, Akmanmon bided his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Meanwhile, reports of ”victories” began to trickle in from distant lands.

The cities of Delanvos, Char, and the Red Earth territories fell one after another, reclaimed from the grip of darkness. Countless ghouls and corrupted members of the Silver and White Church were reduced to ashes.

The wildfire-like spread of the ghouls and the Silver and White Church had been unstoppable at first, but their collapse now mirrored that same furious speed, as if a dam had burst and swept them away.

In Limestone Town, celebrations erupted. The townsfolk cheered and applauded, their spirits lifted by the recent victories.

A ritual to honor the Scarlet Goddess had just taken place, drawing the community together. During the ritual, the templeʼs divine servants, supported by town guards, had purged ghouls that crawled out from nearby graves.

Lately, the ghouls, the Silver and White Church, and the Cannibal Cult had grown so notorious that they overshadowed even the Abyss itself, becoming synonymous with pure evil.