“You eat fruit, I take it?” Dajer said. “Scout reports say that whatever Shard created your planet placed some familiar foods for you.” “Our world was created by Patji,” Dusk said, walking into the building—wary for a trap, as always. “He gave power to the Dakwara—whom you’ve met—and she birthed the islands we live upon. Then once it was good, the other gods came down and became islands to join Patji.”
