"Hmm? So he aspires to be the originator of a new faction?"
The bearded man found himself surprised by the masked man's ambitious declaration, a statement unheard of among demigods, at least as per his current knowledge.
"I can't discern his ultimate goal here," mused the bearded man. Tugging at his right earlobe and scratching under his ear, he let his thoughts wander off.
"He has basically dismissed the idea of converting people into his followers. Granted, there's a substantial portion of practitioners in both factions dissatisfied with the predetermined rules of the game stacked against them. These followers are weary of abiding by rules that favor the Immortals or the ones who are in charge of their faith-generating machines.
However, this masked demigod is likely to convert only a handful of them into followers. That number won't be sufficient to elevate him to the status of a true god anytime soon.
