"Because even though we love humans enough to give our lives for them, no god is willing to act as a pawn."
The words echoed inside Leonidas's mind, implications far too wide to take in a single breath.
Once again, he came to realize the gods had known about their own deaths…Bloom knew she was dead, yet acted like it wasn't of consequence.
The realization quietly settled into the back of his mind, a thought not needing conscious effort to bloom. Speaking of Bloom, she was walking towards the now solidified Leonidas, her feet barely touching the ground.
The world seemed to bow to her very presence, and Leonidas meant that literally. The grass seemed to curve inwards so as not to harm her divine body. Not that they could, of course.
