"Growth type. That's not something you come by every day." Lady Pelica admitted, her eyes flashing with a hint of greed as she looked at Obsessed with Charm. "Even I don't have something like that, you really are lucky, Chief Galthor."

Galthor shrugged. "Obsessed with Charm comes with strong mind warping powers, earth manipulation and bones manipulation. Although, it could only turn earth to mud and then manipulate it."

Lady Pelica blinked. "That's three powers that are unrelated. No wonder it's that strong and it's only at the Warded rank. If you decide to sell this, it will go for an amount that will be extremely high."

Galthor snapped his hand and the ground beneath him bubbled, softening into mud that he made into different shapes. The mud was covered in brown energy that strengthened it. "Not bad."

With another wave of his hand, the collapsed heap of the relic exploded and the numerous bones on it floated out, all shapes and sizes, all body types.

They began to glow with a brown energy as if they were covered by dirt.

The others looked up at it and their eyes shone. Drakira shook her head. "This relic is strong, Chief, please consider me if you ever try to gift someone."

Galthor nodded but he did not say anything. Because even now, the relic was still trying to take control of his mind. But it was like an ant pushing against a mountain.

Although, it would be different if he gave the others.

He closed the relic and sucked it into the spatial ring. "That's all. You have all gone through a lot today so you should rest."

"But we didn't do much work, Chief. We ended up not fighting anything." Karathra said.

"The stress Obsessed with Charm took on your mind isn't small and you're not feeling the effects now because you're not trying to use your powers. Go and sleep, all of you. I will keep watch."

Their eyes widened but before they could even say anything, Galthor beat them to it. "It's an order."

After that they had no choice but to start grumbling, and then as if in punishment to their chief, they asked him to lead prayer to Unchanging Warth and thank him for his help that day.

Galthor did as he was told.

After the barbarians settled down, the only ones remaining by the bonfire were Galthor and Lady Pelica.

They stood in silence, the fire between them. Galthor really did not have anything to say to her, as a god he did not need sleep that much and he wanted his group to be well rested for the next day.

Even then, she was the first one to break the silence. "You are the Apostle of Unchanging Warth right? Can you tell me about him? Your god?"

Galthor grunted. "What should I tell you about him for?"

She seemed stunned. As a very high level enchanter, she had met different Apostles from different gods and most levels, and one thing they all had in common, especially towards her, was the immediate engagement about their gods.

They would talk about their gods so much, in a way to make her start worshipping them, that she always had to find an excuse to get away. It was a well known fact that gods are suckers for worshippers, especially high valued ones like her.

So... why wasn't he talking about his god. Or... he did not know how valuable she was? And for some reason that annoyed Lady Pelica, and then she got more annoyed over the fact that she was annoyed in the first place.

"Emm... you're the Apostle. You should speak your god's words. Spread his ideology and his tale. Spread his majesty."

Galthor frowned. "His ideology eh? Well, my god symbolizes anger. Deep anger."

Lady Pelica blinked. Mostly when Priests and such talk about their gods, they would start with the positive. The most desirable side of them. "Anger? How?"

"My god is the anger of all that is bound and chained. He's the anger of the lost ones. The slaves."

Lady Pelica gave him a curious look, the flame's shadow dancing over her face. "Then... why did you buy a slave? If he's the anger of the slaves. I find that very ironic, and hypocritical to you as an Apostle of such god."

Galthor remained silent for a while, watching the flames eat the wood. His face calm and composed. "My god is the god of anger, not freedom. Besides, Han is not angry that he's a slave is he? When he's angry, when he's so angry that his blood heats to molten and flows backwards, then my god is there. That is him."

Lady Pelica blinked again. "He's truly that... anger? That's all he is?"

Galthor finally looked up at her. "That is what the barbarians need. That was what was mostly taken from them. What most of them feel now is hollowness but Unchanging Warth will fill their veins with anger once more. And of those that are crying with anger for their helplessness, they will soon shout in anger and he will be there to answer them."

Lady Pelica shivered. "A god like that... gods, Divine gods usually promise hope and salvation. Power and wealth, shade from scorching sun and warmth to coldness. Why are you promising anger."

Galthor smiled with no amusement. "Lady Pelica... we are at war. What you speak of are things that are only promised after the chain is taken off. What is warmth when your overlord can yank it away? What is shelter when your overlord can strip you bare?

"What is wealth when you are a property? And what is power when the will to search for it has been beaten out of you? All those are not promised by my god, even though they can be given. The only promised thing is the unending anger. Anger to take and anger to seek."

His words hung in the air like a mountain filled with blades. It was heavy and it was sharp.

After what felt like hours, Lady Pelica finally spoke again. "Chief Galthor... who are you at war with?"

Galthor flashed a smile again. "Anything that will keep the chains on the barbarians."

"Then you'll have a tough journey ahead. The whole world is holding the chains."

Galthor shrugged. "What is that compared to the god sitting on the mountain?"

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