In a great victory, the enemy army suffered less than half deaths and injuries before they fled.
"Why not continue the fight? We were already close to dying."
"No, if it were the Divine Spirit, we could choose to fight to the death, gain more information about the gods, and exchange for greater exhaustion from them, but now things have changed!"
"Our elders could only live for over twenty years. Each death led to a charge, and sooner or later, we could drink deeply of the blood of longevity and break our short-lived curse, but who knows?"
Now, they are divided into two countries.
As Spore Mushrooms, once they have tasted the feeling of High Wisdom, they can no longer accept the Dumbing Aura of that forbidden place.
So, they choose to extend their life in another way, by killing gods.
They are rational and cold.
"We now face mortals, not Divine Spirits, mere beings with Middle Wisdom, and they really found a way to defeat us!"
