"As do I." Horakhty placed one hand against the monolith.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?"Then it is settled," intoned Primus, gazing out across the vast expanses of featureless desert. "Our duty here is now to create, not to destroy, to raise new races and teach them well. But there is much to do before we can hope to create life. We must prepare the world for our coming, and create our sanctum so that we may convene and cooperate in peace."
-The Black God somehow keeps a straight face up to this latest demonstration of weakness. Is he truly so naive, this creature of metal and wheels, that he believes peaceful cooperation possible?-
As the group of seven made their announcements, a small scratching noise came from the tablet as small pieces of it fell off, leaving a new law among the others as if it had always been there:
This City is Holy Ground. All Gods may Enter It, and Dwell within, but No God may Claim It solely for Themselves, Nor may any God Attack another God whilst either Dwell within It.
"Well, we have our Santum." said Arceus. "Although it does not seem particularly godly at present. Perhaps we should raise it to the sky, to float under its own power, as a reminder of our existence to our creations."
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in."Perhaps," said Fujin, "we can start by placing a mountain where our palace will be. This will be the center of every map made of the world. Then, we should put clouds over the mountain so that a mortal looking up cannot see the palace. If a mortal succumbs to the desire to reach our palace, we shall leave a series of trials for them. They will work their way up the mountain, and depending on their character and what choices they made getting up the mountain, we shall either enlighten them or punish them."
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J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!"To be frank, I don't care about how we structure the mountain or if mortals try to reach this place. I have known mortals with the capacity to trounce me in combat, so that some would gain the power to reach a sanctum of gods is not beyond me..." Kanako once again implied her weakness, though she figured at this point it was only too obvious by how little she was able to contribute. "And what if your strength is dependent on others, Lord Czernobog? Would you not need to work with others to strengthen yourself?" More indirect admission to the nature of her power.

Tiamat placed the nose of her red head against it.
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.