He once granted him good weather and abundant wheat waves, but was betrayed by his corrupted form after being seriously injured. When He staggered back, the villagers who had prostrated themselves in prayer raised hoes and gapped sickles—the tools He had given power to—together with the pottery bowls containing the sacrifices, carrying the wind of fear and greed, and smashed them against His body. The favor in the past has finally become a blade piercing the gods.
