He saw a future.
A future that should never exist.
A future that seemed to be closing in on him, a powerless future.
"They are all dead."
Even confused, Alaric could not help but utter those words.
Not once did he ever imagine something like that could happen.
It was the only reason he was never worried about the war brewing between the two nobles. Simply because he knew at the end, everything would work in his favor.
An ego he should have never had to begin with.
Kneeling before the creator, he asked, his words laced with submission.
"How do I stop this?"
To which the goddess replied,
"It's not something you have power over. I myself am powerless against it. Both I and the Devourer are of the same beginning."
She moved closer to Alaric.
"And while I cannot tell you why the Devourer god despises you, I can tell you this much. Every bad thing that has ever happened to you in your former world was due to his influence, and every good you have done was of his wish."
