[Eons Ago]
" It's futile." Hexarion admitted.
At the time when he was still the Primordial Of The Void, frustration was not foreign to him.
His incorporeal form hovered over a bunch of precious materials. He was attempting to craft weapons and dungeons, and while he managed to create them, they all turned out to be the same, with no distinctions and of the same mediocre quality.
Leviathan watched Hexarion who was now getting upset over his failed attempts.
" You're still up with this?" Leviathan asked cheekily.
" No matter how many times I tried, how much I conjured up a new imagination, they always remain the same. I can't help but feel that creation isn't my strongest point, I'm at my limit." Hexarion admitted.
" The Hexarion I know doesn't give up easily… You just need a little help and l just happen to know someone who's very suited for the role."
" Who?"
" One of the prestigious gods, Solomon."
