The Eternal Realm, Home of The Gods
In sleep, Dadacar appeared as a great pillar of frozen flame. His awakening was only slightly less dramatic then his birth, exploding in a million shards of frozen flame, scattering the pieces across time and space.
He listens to Cungto's words. Dadacar is...hesitant.
Too much influence by the gods would make existence weak, and lazy. It would be easy for Dadacar and his siblings to offer all manner of boons to the sentient and living creatures of existence. But would that really help them, or just make them more reliant on the gods?
At the same time, he appreciated the fire of hope. Without hope, there was no flame to fan. Without hope, there was no striving for greatness.
Still, having the gods put their focus on one aspect, of one planet...
"No." he intoned in a voice that hissed like boiling stone, "No dear Cungto, I will not participate. I will not stand in the way, but let Lerret survive on its own. We have given them enough tools for now. I will turn my attention elsewhere."