"I see. It has been difficult for you to remain in the mortal plane due to the humans' shifting belief..." For a brief moment, her expression showed sympathy and regret. "The nature, the source of your power, is it not based on fighting?" While it stung his pride to see her pity, he knew her better than anyone else that she had not meant so. After all, he had found her in the same predicament, a wounded tiger on the verge of disappearing from existence as they know it. He sniffed, rubbing his nose. "Somethin' like that." The source of his prayers were those of warriors preparing for battle, those who wished to be victorious and return safely to their loving families. "The place is filled nothin' but wimps nowadays," he hissed with distaste. He reveled in his mortal days, where warriors were in plenty, giving challenge to his dream to be the strongest there was. Once he was, his name whispered in the winds. She frowned. "They are merely paficist. No one wants to fight on a whim with the province in such a fragile state..." With the situation as it was, she found humans praying to her more often, with hopes of good harvest and fertile lands. It fueled her like no other, causing her to steadily rise in strength and ensure their prayers never went unanswered. "Well it sucks for me," he spat. "Give the humans... another belief to believe in you for. One of Righteousness. One of-" "Justice..."
