Cixing was a dissident.
A dissident who didn't believe in the gods.
When his people went to perform their sacrifices, he would stay behind on the stone pillars of the Thorn Stone Forest, watching the various creatures fly by.
"Cixing, you will pay a price for disrespecting the Father God." Some of his clansmen would warn him. Cixing had heard these words many times.
"I'm not being disrespectful. I just don't get it. Why must we sacrifice to him? He never responds to us," Cixing said, confused.
"Nonsense!" The clansman walked away in a huff.
The Father God hadn't appeared in a very long time. The older members of the Mineral Race said that the Father God used to have them enter a battlefield to train them.
But whenever Cixing asked what the battlefield was like, these old-timers would suddenly falter and claim they had forgotten.
