"Why do you want to kill the gods so badly...?"
Reinard sighed, "I've not told anyone this... things need to be restored to the way they were, the flipping of my world caused a lot of dimensional effects which the gods are lazy to handle, the gods want to descend upon Abeir Toril, we don't know the reason but I think this world has something they need. And I'm pissed at them for making me suffer in the past. See it like this, a sculpture that gained the ability to live but instead betrayed its sculptor...?"
"Oh, that's a bad one"
"Let's just say I am the only one that can bring justice to them and return things to the way they were..."
"Returning things to.the way they were would be?"
"Bringing back the deities and Estelers who are sculptors of the gods"
"Is that even possible..."
