Book 4: Chapter 67 (1/2)

“At last, we’ve made it!”

The group of natives cheered, but then they quieted down in an instant. Their great god was sleeping, and they didn’t want to wake him up. The final destination of the great god was a mystery too. He usually erected statues of himself in cities or villages with abundant amounts of people; however, right now, the great god was sleeping underneath a golden statue in the middle of a field. There wasn’t a soul in sight—except for the path creators, of course. There were hundreds upon thousands of them, most of them looking weary. They had cleared a path nonstop: cutting down trees in the way, removing the tall wild grass, placing down logs to line the empty plains, but now, it seemed like it was over.

The leaders of the endeavor chattered amongst themselves with the help of several translators. One of them stepped forward and addressed the men behind. “This is going to be the location of our holy city!”

The same announcement was made several times in different languages. One of the more rational path creators raised his hand and shouted, “But there’s no water! If this was a good place to settle a city, there would already be a city here!”

The leader of the natives froze. Then he broke out into a smile. “That isn’t an issue! Haven’t you seen? The great god can spew out ice from its mouth. An abundant amount of water is already pouring out, do you not see?” He pointed at the sleeping god. A snot bubble was growing out of its nostril, and underneath the bubble, there was a torrent of drool pooling into a large puddle by its head.

“That’s drool.”

“That’s a great god’s drool!” The leader pointed at the man who spoke out. “Is a great god’s drool not good enough for you!?”

“That’s, that’s not what I meant,” the man said. He trembled when everyone glared at him. “I just mean to say, there’ll only be water whilst the great god sleeps! And is there enough for everyone here? There simply isn’t.”

“When the great god wakes up, he’ll bless us with abundant amounts of water!” the leader shouted, forgetting he was supposed to keep quiet to prevent the great god from awakening. “The great god hasn’t rested in months. It wanted to unite all of its people. Now that it has stopped and brought us to paradise, are we going to turn it down and leave? If so, what was the point of building all the roads? I declare, this new city shall be named Where God Sleeps!”

Meanwhile, four elementals were sitting atop the so-called god, staring down at the gathered natives in the form of different-colored rocks. Beside them, there was a spirit rabbit, translating the words coming from below. Upon hearing the natives wanted water, three of the four elementals turned to stare at Mistle. She swiveled her rocky body back and forth, meeting their gazes. “What?”

“They want water,” Sheryl said, staring at Mistle with her coallike eyes.

Mistle was unfazed. “So?”

“You can provide them water,” Sheryl said, still staring.