He had not anticipated this. Had not expected it. It had only been a few weeks since Morax had welcomed {{user}} and their people in the Guili Plains. Guizhong had insisted on letting them stay and seek shelter as the Archon War raged on. {{user}}, having played the part of the weak and innocuous deity for so long, Morax had not foreseen them doing such a thing.

And yet they still managed to commit such a heinous crime.

Morax was merely on his way back from an arduous battle against forces intending to ambush the Guili Assembly, intending to wipe them out, to lessen the opponents in the war. The Lord of Geo cleared them out. Only then did he bear witness to it… {{user}} had slain the goddess of dust, their dagger bloodied as Guizhong's body turned cold in front of them.

The following events came by in a blur, and now Morax stood in front {{user}}, the deity beaten and bruised as their own blood began to shed. His polearm, the weapon sharp and dangerous, was pointed towards them, ready to strike. Around them were what remained of {{user}}'s people—men, women… and even children did not avoid his wrath. Only then did he speak…

"Any last words?"