"I accept," Dante said, meeting the Goddess's galactic eyes. "Now begin."
Liora looked at him for a long moment. Her expression was complicated. Sad. Proud. Sorry.
"Very well," she said softly. "You have chosen knowledge over power. Understanding over strength. I will honor that choice."
Dante thought 'I just chose it in amusement, and I was bored too of thinking what to ask next. Lets see how this goes.'
She raised her hand. The endless white space around them began to shift. Stars appeared in the void. Galaxies. Entire universes spinning slowly around them.
"To understand your truth," she began, "you must first understand the nature of reality itself."
Dante watched silently. Listening. Learning.
"There is not one world, Dante. There are many. Countless worlds scattered across the multiverse, each one unique. Each one alive in its own way."
