[he's quiet for a while, as if debating how much to say.]

... A long time ago, he became corrupted. Instead of trying to purify him, the other gods chose to seal him away, to protect the world.

But it was an imperfect solution. Even when sealed, his corruption seeped into the outside. Peace was maintained by... [for a moment, he frowns] ... dealing with the symptoms. Like that, though, nothing would ever truly get better.

[...]

I—wanted to change that. Unsealing him so that he can be purified was a risk, but... I was tired of accepting the way things were.