Hearing the One-Armed Elder's words, Vulcan found it a little absurd.
Others were already calling him "Vulcan," the name of a fire god, though he was unlike the folks who called themselves gods. They were venerated and worshipped by mortals day and night.
Nevertheless, he had created the Vulcan Arcana Combine and led hundreds of thousands of people, with countless of them admiring and worshipping him.
It could be said that since his rise, no one had been discourteous and disrespectful toward him. No one dared to speak to him in such a tone.
As for canonizing him?
Instead of feeling honored, Vulcan felt ridiculous and humiliated.
They were but just ancient Arcanists who were born hundreds of thousands of years earlier, it was because of the limitations of ancient minds that they were placed upon the altar and worshipped as gods, and in the end... they really took themselves for one?
"Old man!"