Dorian sat with both his arms resting on the table before him, listening intensely to what the God of Eternity had to say.
"For a long time, we gods have ruled over the world, making sure order and control were being maintained. And for a long time, we, the gods, have done this duty with utmost efficiency. As they say, the tables must turn at some point.
Despite our help to humanity and their weakness, they refused to adhere to us. Either our powers were being used for selfish reasons, or we were hated for ruling them as a whole."
Tezen leaned carefully against the chair as he continued.
"As retaliation, they tried to wage a war against us, learning the arts of summoning beings they called 'heroes' from another world. We gods feared nothing. Hero or not, he was still a human. Killing him would simply send him back to his world. And that was what we did. Humans were forced to follow our rules, and everything was as it should be. Just and beautiful."
