Indeed, the overgod's laws are absolute, in a fashion.
[ Xenk nearly quirks a smile. What a peculiar way to look at it. Not that he's necessarily wrong; the ways of the gods are beyond mortals, but they are so often petty and trying to skirt those very same laws. Xenk goes with the spin easily, having no issue with the man's touch. ]
Though as ever, man has sought to circumvent the ways of these laws. In the last hundred years, our surveyor of death decided it was his time. And in his place, three humans rose to godhood, each overseeing a fraction of his work: that of bones, of murder, and terror. Thus Ao's methods are not truly so ironclad.
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[ Xenk nearly quirks a smile. What a peculiar way to look at it. Not that he's necessarily wrong; the ways of the gods are beyond mortals, but they are so often petty and trying to skirt those very same laws. Xenk goes with the spin easily, having no issue with the man's touch. ]
Though as ever, man has sought to circumvent the ways of these laws. In the last hundred years, our surveyor of death decided it was his time. And in his place, three humans rose to godhood, each overseeing a fraction of his work: that of bones, of murder, and terror. Thus Ao's methods are not truly so ironclad.