Tribal ship

Once a shining god descended upon the land, it came in a shape we never even imagined. A figure towering over our small village. It reflected the lights of the glorious sky with its reflective and robust “skin”. It put ablaze our forests with its flaming steps while descending upon our now scorched land, then angels in some sort of reflective malleable armor came from the inside of the god with weapons carrying the breath of a dragon. The angels then burned our village to the ground. Nobody was spared, not even the children or the elders. Only a few escaped the wrath of the god and its angels. Now our old land is covered on the skin of the god with towering homes housing millions of angels. This was a hellish heaven-sent gift. Our people were sacrificed for a god we never knew existed until that very moment.