A Passing Breeze - Part 7

The fact that the Dark God included the insects at first was no doubt a jab on his behalf, to see Oliver irritated by the excess of information. It was to the point that it made his head hurt, and he had to frown heavily until Ingolsol had his laugh, and peeled back the layers, to isolate that which was exclusively human, or a large animal.

For as far as the radius was – twenty metres in each direction – there was a surprisingly small number of people. Less than thirty, all told. And naturally, being the sort of God that he was, Ingolsol saw them all judged in advance. He took the measure of them, by his own condescending metrics. Some, he had labelled as being so lowly, that they barely warranted the time on his radar. That was the case for all but a handful.