"With childish innocence and inability to know better, the creator jumped into its own world to experience the emotions it never had," said the Scholar Guardian with a smile as he looked at the sand blowing in the wind. "This is how creation started."
"And who created the creator?"
"How would we know such a thing?" shot back the guardian at him with a shrug. "Even this story could be a lie, as far as we car. The source of this story is the man I met a long time ago, King Arthur, and the one I admire more than any other."
"The man within my sea of consciousness," said Arthur with raised brows. "Is he the creator?"
"A king of a distant world that lost everything because of Nameless," said the scholar guardian as his eyes reminisced the past. "However, he is not the creator. He was blessed with the powers of creation when he met Gaia."
"Is Gaia the creator, then?"
