...Perhaps it’s simplest to give an example. The plague which was wrought in the wake of the Astral War—it was named ‘Starscourge’, for that was precisely what it did. A terrible darkness which twisted living creatures into bloodthirsty monsters, spawned from the dark of night itself and repulsed by the light of dawn. To a line of mortals was a holy Crystal entrusted, and one man of that line was blessed with the divine power to heal the plague from those it afflicted. He could save those who were otherwise beyond salvation, tasked by the Draconian to cleanse the shadow over our star.

‘Twas of naught but his own will did that healer work; though he wished the gods’ desire be done, it was for the people that he worked. To save them and only to save them; not for fame, not because Bahamut had ordered it of him. The people were suffering, and he could stop that; there was no greater reason than that.