Chapter 3 Do Not Be Born a Beast
His arrival was not stable.
In the Prehistoric Era, fierce winds swept across the mountain peaks, his figure flickering in and out of existence like a flame in the tempest.
God felt a weariness surge from his soul as the wild winds howled across the land, large fissures in the earth's surface emitting ghostly wails.
He looked toward the horizon, where Chaos and darkness were not banished by the light he brought, but lurked at the world's boundaries. They seemed as though they had been greatly weakened, daring not to approach this land, yet they stirred restlessly.
God stood upon the earth, which trembled slightly under his feet, the whole world seeming to reject him, the outsider.
This was the Primordial Will of the world.
Indeed, to the world of original Chaos, darkness was the master of all things.
But he was an outsider.
God gazed at the distant darkness, his arrival uncertain,
thus his existence too was uncertain.
Though the world had its Primordial Will, that will was almost devoid of reason, and God could not communicate with it.