Looking back at 'Baca Against the God', the conflict never felt like a simple good-versus-evil battle. It's messier, built on a foundation of differing cosmic priorities. The divine entities aren't just tyrants; they operate on a logic so alien and vast it's almost bureaucratic, while Baca's struggle springs from a profoundly human, almost local, sense of injustice. The tension comes from these scales clashing.
What stuck with me was how the divine punishment wasn't depicted as fiery wrath, but as a systematic, cold unraveling of the protagonist's world—laws of nature subtly shifting, social bonds fraying without reason. It makes the conflict feel less like a fight and more like trying to argue against a glacier. The exploration is in that helplessness before shifting to a desperate, scrappy defiance that redefines what 'winning' even means against such a foe.