But the emptiness shattered—
as light, restless footsteps approached.
Arlisia, the goddess who created one of the worlds under her dominion,
entered with a face full of sorrow.
She knelt in deep reverence, hiding the unease within her heart.
> “Oh my god, Rayzalian…”
she whispered—soft, yet piercing.
> “…please, help your servant.
I can no longer control the world I created.
That world… has drowned in violence.
Tears, screams, and hatred flood its lands…”
Arlisia bowed even lower,
her voice beginning to tremble.
> “…I beg you… cast out the brutality that runs rampant across my world…”
Rayzalian slowly lifted his head.
His eyes glowed with a soft but unpredictable light—
and then suddenly… he laughed.
A divine laugh that echoed across the entire celestial realm,
causing even the distant gods and goddesses to fall silent.
> “Then so be it…
I shall descend to that world myself.”
That voice shook the sacred skies—
heard not only by Arlisia,
but by every being across the land of gods and goddesses.
Arlisia looked up, her face filled with worry.
Not because she doubted Rayzalian’s power…
but because she knew—
that world might not survive even a single step from the great god.
> “Rayzalian…” she spoke softly,
“…I’m afraid.
That world… might crumble under the weight of your magnificence.”
Rayzalian smiled faintly,
then responded with a voice flowing calmly,
yet holding the power to split the stars:
> “Worry not.
I shall descend with only a quarter of my power.
Your creation… can only contain that much.”
Arlisia let out a breath of relief.
But before she could offer thanks,
Rayzalian added in a heavier tone:
> “But, Arlisia…
I ask one thing of you.
Whatever I do in that world,
do not interfere.
Even if I must destroy a third of its lands…
do not get in my way.”
Arlisia fell silent, then bowed deeply.
She knew—her creations were indeed stubborn.
Even the five kings, descended from foolish ancestors, might defy him.
So she answered:
> “Very well… I understand.”
Yet Arlisia still held one final worry.
> “…But… do not go alone.”
Rayzalian turned toward her.
His brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing.
Arlisia continued:
> “Descend with a companion. Or more.
That world… can change unpredictably.
No matter how powerful you are,
your spirit and strength… might become a double-edged sword.”
Rayzalian wished to argue.
But he knew—Arlisia was not entirely wrong.
So, he rose from his throne,
and with a voice that shook the skies, he declared:
> “Come to me… Aria! Varias! Tirius! Levandra!”
Four lights ignited and shot forward to stand before him.
Aria and Varias — mid-tier goddesses,
Tirius and Levandra — high-tier goddesses,
all knelt before the great god.
Rayzalian explained the situation they would face.
And after hearing everything,
Tirius and Levandra exchanged a glance—
Not out of fear,
but because they knew something far more concerning:
> “Rayzalian… might enjoy that world too much…”
They knew…
once the god’s thirst for excitement awakened,
nothing could stop him.
Not even the world itself.