[ Nikodaemus hums in agreement, the sound slightly muted by the mask. Reminiscing on his past experiments is clearly something he is happy to do, whether or not he is offering advice to the younger gods. Few will take it from him. ]

Josselyn Creed was one such outlier... She began one. But she, too, fell to the same delusions of the gathering she created. Mortals can have such promise if they strive to look beyond the veil, but all eventually find themselves blinded by their own hubris.