"...I see." Ales appeared to calm down, having replaced his annoyance with quiet reflection. They didn't look any different from Albel, but they were essentially gods of this world. Strange. Ales had never thought of a race of creators, just a singular entity.

"Have they ever done anything for you? Keep their 'game' safe, or just watch it from their lofty perch? Take...take responsibility?"

A game.

What if that's what Polokus though of the Glade of Dreams? A game? One where he didn't need to put any effort into safeguarding, because it wouldn't affect him in the end?