The nameless god was lazy and very gutless, but it still had a conscious and tried to find his followers. He remembered the 2 brats that had given him offerings recently and hoped they where fine.

As it slithered to a the village where the children resided in, it was able to see that it was utterly destroyed. It was to be expected, with a war of this scale there is bound to be casualties and in this level, human mortals were the same as ants.

The little snake felt a little remorseful and sadness. It had little attachment to anything in the world and could care less about what's happing as long as it gets its fill, but the thought of the cute little rascals disappearing, made it feel regretful.

"Sigh, how will I get any offering now?", sighed the little snake sadly.

Seeing how the only village that ever payed its respect to it and even build a small temple for it already made its heart ache.

It barely remembered when it was born. Some gods were the creators of the world and were there form the beginning, some where conceived from other gods, and on the rare occasion a god would naturally come to existence with the belief and ideas humans had. It was the ladder for in which the nameless god came to be.

It first started off with a little superstition and as more people believed it, that superstition will eventually magically give form. Perhaps some people saw a strange animal or thought up of some guardian to make themselves feel safe. Then stories are created to entertain and be passed down, prayers were offered as a good luck charm, slowly but surly little actions such as those, form some sort of religion or belief. That belief will eventually manifest into a being. In a way, the parents of the nameless god were the collective thoughts of humans.

They never gave it a name and only refer it as some sort of guardian of the forest. Somehow it got associated with animals and that was how it manifested its form and and gained the ability to change into animals.

Its was then worshipped to bring a sort of secure feeling when the villagers risked their lives to hunt in the forest. Of course for such a little village to collect enough belief for it to even birth a god was a miracle in its own right, they did't worship it to the degree of other regions and only thought of it was a little tradition and part of their culture.

Strangely enough, for it to slumber without being disturb until the epic battle of the 2 snake deities, means that its territory is relative new ground for the war of gods.

Despite the change in the sky, the little snake's forest is still relatively the same and it searched its way towards the little village to check on its inhabitants.

To its dismay, while it was lucky enough to remain relativly unharmed, it is true that mortals where nothing more than insects, and the consequences of conflict is the life of millions.

The nameless god sighed..... and proceed to look for a certain sculptor and his workshop.