Viatorus' brow twitches worriedly at the sight of Micolash threatening the books with ink stains. He carefully nudges the books as far away from the wild flailing as safely as he can. "Um... That's... That's not impossible. In my world the gods have been renamed and reimagined many times over as people have tried to understand them..."

The creases in his brow deepen and Micolash gets his full attention again. "If the 'Great Ones' aren't gods, or spirits, or forces of nature, then what are they?"