The master was burned to death in the temple on the charge that "gods can die".
I am a blacksmith and can only make iron.
But before his death, the master said: God is afraid of iron.
So I put the hammer on my shoulder and walked towards the temple.
The first god general stopped me, with a golden light and a mountain of pressure.
I hit it with the hammer, and blood splashed three feet high.
Everyone in the city saw it—God would bleed, beg for mercy, and die.
I stepped on his head and said:
"God, that's all."
