The moment the words left Joy's mouth, the Goddess of Light's expression changed.
A look of profound recollection entered her eyes—the kind of look that spoke of memories buried deep in the distant past, of events so ancient they predated almost everything Joy could conceive of.
There was nostalgia there, yes.
But also a bitter pain, as if she was touching wounds that had never fully healed.
Then, slowly, a gentle smile spread across her face.
"Evil and righteousness." She murmured, almost to herself. "Good and bad."
She tilted her head, her radiant eyes focusing on something far beyond the void around them.
"What a question. It's almost as if you're asking about the ancient past. About the very foundation of the universe itself."
Joy blinked, completely caught off guard.
She had asked about Cassius. A single man. A mortal—well, perhaps more than mortal, but still a single being.
How had that led to talk of the ancient past and the entire universe?
