“And these two, Waspira and Taranta, are they stronger or weaker than Ducköden?” Tom finally spoke up.

“In terms of sheer strength, likely about the same, but I hear they’re more muscle than brain.”

“And god? How strong is God compared to them?” Tom wanted to put the information in proper perspective.

“It’s not like there’s big differences between any of these four. Quite insignificant, really. That’s why they all want to kill Fishnick. They all want to gain the upper hand.” James inhaled the cigarette smoke and continued without blowing it out prior to speaking. “If there was one substantially stronger than another,” he exhaled the rest of the smoke and took a breath of fresh air, “everyone else would most likely be under a protective dome just like our friend Fishnick.”

“Imagine if they all joined Fishnick under it.” Tom and James both laughed.

“I’d imagine they wouldn’t be gardening.”

“You think? I’m sure they’d at least be digging,” the two burst out laughing even more, but Tom couldn’t let go of his curiosity and continued as soon as the laughter died down. “You think they wouldn’t befriend each other at that point?” He had only found out about this entirely new world of deities a day ago and so wanted to know everything about them and try to understand them best possible.