He remembered the pure joy Fenrir displayed during the chaos of Nari's creations.
It was not the joy of witnessing success, but simply the thrill of witnessing destruction.
And the expression he had just now when smashing the flesh mass, a satisfaction far exceeding that of creation itself.
"I see now..."
The lightbulb in his mind was completely illuminated:
"Fenrir's essence here is not that of a creator; he is an outright destroyer."
"What do you mean?" Aselia looked at him confused.
"He demands us to 'create' toys, but in fact, what he truly wants is an object to destroy."
Ron's voice grew more resolute:
"Something that allows him to continuously enjoy the process of destruction.
The more we try to create perfect, enduring creations, the more we deviate from his true needs."
Aselia also began to realize:
"So the more we try to create 'order', the more we are at odds with his essence."
