As soon as those words left Cain's mouth, enlightenment coursed through his mind like a lightning storm. A realization, long dormant, finally clicked into place.
Every tale that rose from the World Forge—every narrative, every myth, every "origin story"—always carried some variation of the same manufactured conflict. A fabricated rivalry between two branches of the Six Sacred Races, divided neatly into Light and Dark camps, each indoctrinated to despise the other.
For the longest time, Cain had wondered what the true end goal of such a design was. He had never believed the purpose was merely to provoke aggression between the two sides. Something so simplistic could not justify a conflict woven so deeply into the foundation of countless worlds.
