After the descent of God, this world began to undergo drastic changes. Dense clouds dissipated, and glowing golden liquid surged from the earth beneath the sludge, swirling into luminous whirlwinds beneath the dark clouds. The scene was as though countless gaseous suns had appeared in the sky. The curtain was lifted, perfectly revealing the grandeur of the divine beings and the majesty of the world's chroniclers beneath the light.
Every sway of a tendril sent the sludge churning, and the Creator of Evil could no longer find peace in its heart. Its creations—those inferior lifeforms—had dared, with audacious delusions, to create their own gods. Every act, every thought of theirs was an offense to it, and their presumption of defiance was an insult to its very existence.
This was no longer about guarding against variables; what came next would be total annihilation—a divine war born of differences in ideology and origin, resulting in an equal conflict of status.
