In Gorr's homeland, people had once understood the universe solely through their naked eyes. Yet even what they saw with their own eyes often remained difficult to comprehend.
For example, how could one survive in a dry, barren world? Why did death always stalk them? Why were their lives so harsh?
From childhood, he had been taught that the stars were the eyes of departed ancestors, watching the people below from the heavens alongside the gods.
To Gorr, ancestors with names were those who had once lived and proven themselves worthy of Nightfall's embrace. They had been taken into the heavens by the gods to share a blissful life.
That cursed star brought endless suffering, while those unable to prove themselves died for their lack of piety. He had been told that if they could not offer tribute to the gods, their world would burn to ash.
Gorr had been young at the time, but he knew the pain of being scorched by the blazing sun. The thought that the entire planet might be incinerated for its impiety filled him with fear.
Because of that fear, he had once revered the gods beyond measure.
But after losing his mother, his wife, and his son one after another, he began to wonder: when mortals needed these gods, where were they?
When he needed these gods, where were they?
They were still in the heavens, in that same old place, utterly unmoving.
In the myths of Gorr's people, the first god in the universe had been called the God of Darkness. After being born, he gazed upon the void around him, his heart consumed by loneliness. Faced with such desolation, the god shed a single tear of pity, and the entire universe was born from that tear.
With great resolve, great courage,