That was the price of being the embodiment of a concept such as War. Though while brutality was mixed into it, that certainly wasn’t all what War was about. She was a walking conflict that she expressed through physicality. But that was not evil, not to Shu-fang.

Though she might have been biased, through lives lived where she did that much and worse. War was a part of life. And that was why she was a God.

“Then why look for me?” Shu-fang asked.

“What does that mean!” War shouted it out in a way that it no longer sounded like a question.

Shu-fang wasn’t surprised. War was so one-track minded. Of course she was confused by the message. “It means I am no longer available to do your bidding.”

War’s frown became more intense. “You have decided to serve who now? That is irrelevant.”

“You misunderstand. I do not serve anyone else. No god will get me to fight for them.”

A beat. Then, like the crack of a whip, War threw her head back and laughed.