The picture of godhood Racheal painted was nothing short of repulsive. Damian's eyes narrowed with growing disgust as she spoke, and with every word, his aversion deepened.
'Gods are prisoners.'
That was the conclusion he arrived at.
The stronger one became, the tighter the chains of the universe wrapped around them. According to Racheal, the life of a god was not one of endless luxury or divine splendor, but a relentless struggle for survival. To ascend into the heavens, one had to secure the mandate of mortals. Yet even after reaching that height, the battle did not end. It only changed form. A god had to fight to remain remembered, to remain relevant. The moment they were forgotten, they ceased to exist.
And so they schemed.
