Song Song walked over and tiptoed to touch his head, his hair was so soft it didn't seem like something from the mortal world, like the water from a mountain spring, yet as hard as steel. Still, the strands flowed through her fingertips, the feeling was simply too wondrous—
At this moment, she finally believed he might really be a...god.
A god fallen into the mortal realm.
"Great-grandpa, didn't you say you were very lonely?" Song Song asked with a smile.
"A bit," the man said. "But once I destroy this place, I'll find some people to play with again. I...can't stay in one place for too long; it would look too strange."
Song Song thought the man was quite endearing; he was a literal embodiment of 'strange.'
Instead of this hit-and-run warfare mode, it might be better to just...blend in with them.
