"If your uncle and aunt return," Crepuscular continued, his voice echoing with a chilling certainty, "we will also embark on this path, the path of conquest. We will attack other worlds, absorbing them into our own, expanding our territory and power."
He turned his gaze towards the newly ascended gods, his eyes piercing and unwavering. "This also applies to you. More worlds mean more worshippers, more faith energy, which can be used for your growth. It is a simple equation: power equals survival."
"This is not a matter of choice," he emphasized, "but of necessity. The universe is a hostile environment, a constant struggle for existence. We must adapt, we must grow, or we will perish. Hesitation is weakness. Compassion is a liability. Only strength ensures survival."
