Chapter 109: Chapter 107: The fizzling end of the first skirmish

It is within the ephemeral nature of the soul to contain within itself trace essences of the lives we have once lived.

We know it to be true that the cycle of reincarnation, a continuous dance of life and death, exists. Throughout the generations of scholarship, study, and contemplation that have come to the forefront of the world on the matter of this topic, only one answer has remained dominant in its time to the question of why the gods would create such a system to begin with.

That answer is, of course, the gestation of the base, deeper soul. There must be something that life gives us, something that we take with us back into the crushing depths of the well of souls once we leave our bodies behind. Some tinge of our days here on this world must remain within the heart of our immortal essences.

This leads us then to ask, to what end could this lead? To some form of ascension? Are we, as individuals, destined one day to ascend towards the rank of godhood? Or is that question simply stemmed from the ego, and are we simply things that the gods enjoy watching change and grow, as would a gardener take pride in the blossoming of a row of beautiful flowers?

Perhaps we will have the chance to ask them after our deaths.

But it is certain that, by the time we return to the world in our next bodies, we will not remember the answer.