He paused for a fleeting moment, his presence heavy and ancient. Suddenly, his two jade-red eyes shone with an ethereal brilliance as he spoke. "Just like the gods of the other races you are currently fighting, these beings were not born into their stations.
They, too, were selected from various worlds across the vast reaches of the cosmos. Despite their disparate origins, they stand ready to serve their respective races in any apocalypse, fueled by a loyalty that transcends their birthplaces."
"That's interesting," I commented, my mind racing to process the scale of his words. The thought of gods being recruited like elite mercenaries was unsettling. "But why are you—these 'special beings'—trying to help us at all? Are you doing this for the sheer entertainment? Or are you simply looking for new worlds to offer you worship?"
