"I can do anything for Jern! ...B-but... I'm not sure if it'll be much help."
"Hm?"
Elysia hesitated, as if her confidence had slightly faded.
"It's true I'm a threat to the outer gods. But I'm not good at fighting. I... I've hardly ever fought anyone."
"Right. That makes sense."
It was natural. Elysia had been an eraser that wiped away the original worlds of the outer gods to create this world. It was eraser in name only; the moment she touched them, the most precious resource an outer god possessed—their domain—would shrink, as if she were a deadly poison.
Trying to lay a hand on such poison was a losing game with nothing to gain. The outer gods never picked fights with her—and Elysia herself was not combative. It meant she’d never been in a situation to fight.
"So, what do I need to do?"
"Hmm..."
I looked around as I entered the capital where Elysia was. The space was incredibly well-realized. Even a native would have a hard time telling this capital apart from the false one.
In that case.
"You made all of this with the power of creation?"
"The power of creation?"
"Like this—making life or objects as part of your domain."
"Ah, yes. So that's what you call it."
When I shaped a small jellyfish, Elysia nodded and raised her hand.
"I do it like this." -Swish...