One of the gods, a towering figure with an unsettling presence, stepped forward and raised a hand, signaling for the others to pause. His voice, though calm, carried a weight that resonated through the air.
"Hold, all of you," he said, his eyes locking with Alex's. "We are not here to fight… yet. The Great Outer God has sent us with a question."
The gods, who had been poised to strike, hesitated, waiting for their comrade to continue.
"The Great Outer God is curious," the god continued, his tone filled with both curiosity and challenge. "How is it that you, Alexander, a god who never existed in the past—a god who has no history, no foundation—can rise up and change the future in ways no other deity has ever dreamed of? How can someone with no true power or something to hold onto… a god of grinding, as they say, manage to alter the fate of the world in less than a year, a million times over?"
