In the past, she had resided high above the clouds, enjoying the offerings of her believers and bathing in the glow of their reverence.
She had her own moments of glory and honor.
But now, she was spoken of with such contempt and disdain.
From her lofty, radiant place above the clouds,
she had plunged headfirst into a mire of mud and filth, her former dignity shattered and left for anyone to trample upon.
Although at this moment, hatred raged like a tempestuous sea in Amaterasu's heart,
she was also keenly aware of the heavy task she bore.
Upon careful reflection, she really did deserve the humiliation that came with the label "watchdog."
Just think about it.
Those Deities, usually so high and mighty, so arrogant,
were all selfish, cowardly, and viewed the Mortal World as a Purgatory full of suffering.
It was as if merely touching the worldly air would defile their sacred bodies, so they avoided it like the plague.
