"You wanna know why suffering exists?" Said the Creator, their lips pressed flat and their tone far detached from their words. "Why does your world have to suffer a mother like Nerva, and the countless gods puppeteering mortals like slaves? Well then, answer me this. What would you like to see first? A world without suffering or a world without gods?"
Without waiting for an answer, the Creator waved its hands, and the scenery around them changed at once. Glistening dust of all shades swirled through the abyss of suspended space–awaiting its orders, awaiting its fate.
"Let me demonstrate–'the why'." In the blink of an eye, Raven found himself held in the palm of a distant cosmic being, surrounded by the luster of cosmic dust and distant galaxies. Amidst lay the world of Atlaris, far in the distance like a star, dazzling with the different hues of its earth. "Your world suffers, and thus it evolves itself. Reaching greater heights, for without suffering…"
