[ Geralt mostly looks back in return. Then he finishes taking a drink. Admittedly, he was hoping the answer to that was No. He isn't—it isn't that he doesn't care about theology. He simply finds it has little bearing on his life. He spent a portion of his boyhood in a temple. Some lessons, he's kept with him. Important ones. Others...less so.

Though Destiny has truly sunk her claws into him, but that's neither here nor there. He doubts Destiny is what Dean is referring to.

In any case, Dean will need to start from the ground up. Geralt possesses some grasp of an omniscient singular god only as a result of those in Abraxas who made attempts to explain it. (And Christmas.) That's the extent of his knowledge. ]

Some common folk have their beliefs. As far as historians are concerned, the origin of our...everything, is difficult to trace due to the Conjunction of the Spheres. It displaced the universe itself. Spilled monsters and humans alike onto the Continent. Sent the world spiralling into a dark age.

[ The usual. A couple thousand years—not even—is nowhere near enough time to fully study the state of how things came to be and how things once were. Beyond the Conjunction, nothing else has been recorded with surety. There are books upon books, though. Scholars do love to write down every theory that crosses their minds. ]