Stream wiped mud from his face. He had fallen onto a dirt patch on the forest floor. He was the god of the forest, how could it betray him in this way?! Well, Stream had always been a tragic god, which also made him dramatic and made his emotions twenty times more powerful than a human’s.

He dusted off his bare knees and sleeved shoulders next. A soft breeze hit him gently. His lips curled into a smile, showing off the gap in his two top front teeth. “Such peace, hm?” he asked himself.