Holy war 19

There were many factors to take into account upon this ongoing war. Behind the rampant violence and death, the list of tasks and responsibilities was ever-growing. As the conflict dragged on, it became increasingly clear that hands were full most of the time.

And yet...

"Why am I stuck here?"

Luwanal, the god of storms, sighed as he looked at the bright skies above him. Although he was a battle god himself, he found it absurd that he was in this peaceful place, surrounded by forests and a naturally beautiful garden, assigned to protect a mere mortal.

He couldn't help but scoff in annoyance. Even if it was the goddess's orders, wasn't his situation a bit too much?

"Haah!"

With a loud sigh, he yawned as he waited for something fun to finally happen.

"The queen should've just sent me to war," he muttered.