Valdis took a step backward, hackles rising momentarily. The language of creation. A language no one should know fluently, a deep and dangerous magic. Not even the angels knew the language, it took hundreds of years of study, and only the oldest among them could use the magic, but creation was reserved for the Creator alone, taught to none. How did this young girl know something so similar?

Only the Gods know of such things, she replied, And you are no god.

Though the gods of other worlds might move differently on the Soul plane.