Loki also has his own will and his own faith and his own confidence. They all have their own charms and they all have their own flaws.
Raymond appears and the moment he appears, he grounded the chaos, and dispel some of the pressure from the sky.
His eyes is shining bright, yet if on look closely, it has this depth like the chasm of the earth and with every step he takes, the earth seems to welcome him.
Around him, the ground shifted, stones rising and falling as though the island itself was bowing to his presence.
The trees grew taller in his wake, roots spreading deeper into the soil, and the air was thick with the scent of fresh earth.
They are basically like gods.
Loki, now surrounded by these three deities, chuckled to himself, clearly amused but also intrigued.
He stood there, the trickster god among gods, his grin returning as he took in the spectacle.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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