The idea of killing a true god was not supposed to be conceivable after all who could kill God.
That was not possible in the literal sense.
Damon could not help but remember something from a few years ago when he had been traveling with a caravan on the way to the capital with his sister.
It was during the last days of the demon wars.
The caravan had passed through the aftermath of a battle.
During that time an old man had screamed and laughed aloud.
Damon back then had thought the man was laughing and screaming because he was happy the demons had been killed and the caravan did not have to face them.
But he had been wrong. The man had been crying. He was laughing as tears fell down his face.
On that day the man was screaming.
"The gods are dead… the gods are dead."
His long frail hands trembled in the air and Damon could only hug his sister tighter.
Maybe at that time Damon still had some faith and hopes for life but now after so many years he understood that old man.
