Visea Teue watched as a nation burned, the sky black with smoke. She and her father had known that this was inevitable; it was the end of an Age. Even so, this was a bit excessive.

At this rate there won't be anyone left... She thought with trepidation just as the soot clouds lit on fire.

“You were right.” Her father finally said, “They were more of a problem than they should have been.”

“They did try to warn us that they have their hands in everything.” She pointed out.

“Yeah, but the governments and militaries too?” He countered, incredulous, “They shouldn't have had the power to start yet another World War. Or at the very least had the sense to not drop bombs of that size and magnitude anywhere, let alone everywhere.”

“It's the end of an Age, options are limited.” Visea Teue pointed out.

“Sometimes I hate really this planet's natural cycles...” He sighed.

“This isn't natural; you've just grown used to it. This level of destruction leaves no room for life to renew itself. This is... It's just Humans being Humans.”

“...No wonder the other races keep trying to either kill them, or bring them to heel.” He said after a moment, then added, “How bad is this going to get Visea Teue?”

“Bad. The planet will be permanently uninhabitable from this war. The gangs, along with a few others have gotten off planet. The remaining rich have buried themselves in the ground in bunkers. Those who got off world are just going to spread this violence to the next planet, then next and the next and the next and so on, wrecking havoc and destroying planets everywhere they go and never learning, always thinking everyone else is the villain, or the problem. It will be endless until they are either killed, genetically changed, or they are the only ones left. If the last one occurs than they will simply turn on each other until nothing and no one is left. Case and point...” She finished with a wave of her hand at the burning nation.

“This is their nature...?” He muttered, horrified.

“As they are? Yes. It's... Correctable. But they are not salvageable as they are. A lot of work will be required, to the point where they may not be the same species by the end of it.”

“Good riddance.” He muttered, disgusted.

Visea Teue was a deity-class being who had become a full deity without realising it. For the most part she had purview over water and time. Her father's primary purview was over war and governance. Unfortunately for Humans, when he was disgusted by a species' level of violence it usually spelled their demise. However, her father generally let her try and resolve things first.

Reaching out beyond her body, interweaving her power with the fabric of reality, Visea made it rain. It started as a few droplets, the fire's intensity evaporating it before it could get anywhere near the ground. She cooled the air and the water and increased the volume until she brought to bear so much rain that it was impossible to see more than a couple of metres ahead.

Across the planet Visea Teue's rain touched everything, soaking it. Wherever the rain reached Visea knew it's – or 'their' – objective history.

Ah. I see; I need to rearrange where those people are.

The Universe blinked and in that brief, black moment events began rearranging, only to be interrupted as a fragment of time bumped into and began merging with the reality that Visea Teue was trying to save. Things turned chaotic as new events and people merged with the reality that she new.

Options unfolded, became available... And hope blossomed.