The Inquisitor rested his chin on his hand, pondering.0

—Hmm. Why did I become a psycho? Uhmmm, that's a tough question. 0

—Tell us, lime.0

The Inquisitor groaned, his expression serious, as if he was confronting a challenging math problem. Being able to remain rational at any given moment was both his strength and flaw. Still, that wasn't the look his children wanted from their father.0

Saimeslam interrupted the Inquisitor’s train of thought. 0

—Why are you so fixated on success? Why do you dedicate yourself to distinguishing between what’s useful and what's not? Well, it's fine to differentiate, but why do you rush to categorize everything? 0

With all the Shellmounts and the other species watching them, Saimeslam questioned their god, who used to have unwavering faith from his people while ruling the ancient empire that had spread across the entire continent. 0

—Humans aren’t omnipotent. There are many things you do not know. It’s impossible to recognize the hidden potential of your children instantly. That's why you should be humble and modest and give your children time to develop their abilities. This is how you should think, laimu. Kurka, why are you so intent on rapidly categorizing everything into useful and useless? Father, why do you live this way? Is there no way for you to lead a different life? Is there?1

The last rays of sunset disappeared behind the damp palm leaves. Night fell in the jungle. The Sylvans flitted about, placing torches everywhere. 2

Wooooosh! 0

Hundreds of thousands of Shellmounts, previously hidden in the forest’s shadows, were now revealed by dim flames. They could crawl...0