His goal had always been domination. To him, the gods of this world were merely stepping stones, pieces to manipulate, obstacles to overcome. He approached them as one should approach normal gods: proud, ambitious, flawed, driven by ego and the need to assert supremacy.
And yet… he failed.
He failed because there was no gap to exploit. No weakness in the pantheon. No flaw in the structure of the world. Every god, demigod, and godling had been shaped by Ikenga's influence or something like it into beings who could coexist without easily crumbling. Even the mortals, the humans, were accepted as part of the grand order, prancing through their lives with a freedom and dignity that defied Murmur's expectations.
At first, it made no sense to him.
