"I want to know who's training them," Bakugou growls. "I get the feeling that the kind of magic they're doing, the kind of rituals they're performing - that's not just something you find in a book at your local library. One of the best arguments for why there's probably a traitor in the heavens somewhere is just asking how the cult got their hands on the knowledge they'd need to pull the shit they've been pulling. Especially their shiny new trick for making new gods - you can't tell me that didn't come to them straight on a pipeline from the Far Shore itself. I wanna know who's turning the valve."

Bakugou surveys the ruins briefly, nostrils flaring. "As for what their ultimate plan is, who the fuck knows. I bet most of them don't even know. I'm betting the top of the cult's chain of command doesn't tell those below them any more than they need to know...or, if they do, who knows if it's true. When you've got an insane scheme to overthrow the gods in heaven, it's usually not 'cause you want to install a fair democracy of the common people. That's just what you tell the common people to get them to go to war for you, so you can climb a mountain of their bodies to your throne."