The glow of Aetherion's fading memory still lingered in the air like the remnants of a divine dream when Liam finally broke the silence between them. His voice was low, carrying that rough, grounded tone of confusion wrapped in awe.
"So… wait," Liam muttered, narrowing his eyes as the faint shimmer of the Well of Genesis flickered away, "if you absorbed Aetherion and became one with her, doesn't that make you—well—a god? I mean, if you were the embodiment of this place, shouldn't you still be out there? How did you end up like this? Why are you stuck in me instead of reigning over everything like some eternal cosmic ruler?"
