"We are not necessarily mortal enemies clashing blades, but potential collaborators."
Shiayar spread his hands.
"Since you chose to establish a theocratic kingdom on the Western Continent and gather your own faith... it shows that you still pursue power."
"It's just because there are more powerful deities, forcing you to hibernate in the depths of the Astral Realm, developing quietly without alerting the outside world, silently accumulating strength, and waiting for the right moment."
"In the old saying from my homeland, it's called 'preparing soldiers and taming horses to await the opportunity for battle.'"
"That's very good."
He clapped his hands and applauded.
"Compared to those who have gone half-mad, with nothing but killing and burning in their minds, eager to corrupt their own followers into amorphous lumps of flesh that only sing their praises, or those Evil Gods plotting blood sacrifices of entire cities."
