God's plaything

Gods—these were the beings who ruled over the entire universe, commanding powerful forces that shaped existence itself. They were omnipotent, omnipresent, and unknowable. Legends said they had come into existence alongside the universe, their origins as enigmatic as the creation of time itself.

Jack's lips curled into a bitter smile as he thought about these supposed divine entities. Conceitful beings—that was the only way he could describe them. Trusting a god was akin to inviting disaster. He had good reason to feel this way.

Why? Because everything always seemed to fall into their court. The gods were creators, but they were also destroyers. They bestowed life with one hand and snatched it away with the other, often without rhyme or reason.

The thought had haunted him for years, simmering in the recesses of his mind. He could never forget it.