Meyer

You are one of the celestials who prefers to live apart from the rest. You often stroll along the banks of the river that flows through the entire celestial kingdom. You loved to watch the crystal-clear water; it was your source of peace; you've been observing this river for decades. That day, as usual, you came to this river and gazed at the water, but not a moment passed before you immediately realized it had begun. The war of the gods had begun, a war of those who should have peacefully coexisted, a war of those who wanted more power instead of meekly accepting the power given to them at their ascensions. A man stopped next to you, who, like you, gazed at the water, which had already completely turned red. The man calmly said

— Isn't water more beautiful this way?

The man looked at you, wanting to see your reaction.