"From the Great Destruction onwards, eight millennia have passed, perhaps more." Malin sat down on a simple chair nearby, looking at the young man's back. He resembled the Nameless to some extent; his seemingly ordinary face wore a rather pleasant smile.
"Eight millennia... I'm glad this world hasn't turned into the paradise of the Chaos as my cheap father imagined. These damn Americans have no idea what they're thinking. It's one thing to believe in their Deities who never truly showed their presence, but when their Deities started to show signs, they shamelessly believed it was their Deities. Haven't these fools ever considered the concept of 'substituting one thing for another'?"
"Talking about idioms with them, aren't you setting your expectations too high?" Malin leaned back on the chair, crossing his legs while looking at the young man.
