Flawed. It's all flawed. The humans are flawed. They couldn't accept any form of blessings the Gods grant them.
Her wish, Chaos' wish. It was all but a dream that wasn't meant to come true. After all, the ones they were trying to make a better world for couldn't imagine a time without conflict.
If no harm comes to them, they'll find ways to harm others or themselves.
"They are fundamentally a race that cannot live without the concept of harm." Anima muttered as the dark circles under her eyes only grew larger.
She was tired mentally. She had scoured through millions of records detailing how the race functioned through a myriad of scenarios and eras only for it all to end the same. Destruction at their own hand.
If the God's guide them, the result would only be them rebelling and ignoring the consequences.
