"This is exactly what I mean," he continued more quietly. "This world strips away the growing pains of divinity. It robs you of the chaos you need to become."
His eyes flicked to the teacup in Roth's hand.
"A god should learn through failure, through conflict, through blood. Instead, you learn through restraint and consequence." Murmur shook his head again, slower this time. "Too early. Far too early."
The lake remained still, reflecting two figures caught between expectation and reality.
Murmur exhaled, gaze unreadable.
"That is why this world is wrong."
He could see now where Murmur was coming from. Truly see it. The demon was not driven by blind malice, but by a worldview shaped through countless worlds, worlds that had torn themselves apart before ever reaching balance. To Murmur, this world was an impossibility, a contradiction that should not exist.
And Roth understood that perspective more than he wanted to admit.
