Cain stood silently before the semi-transparent gate, confusion tightening his expression. The structure before him radiated an ancient authority, its presence heavy with meaning far beyond his understanding. Yet what unsettled him most was not its power, but its connection to him.
He had been born in the World Forge of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe less than five hundred years ago. By all logic, there should have been no connection between him and the Eternity Gate—a structure billions of years old, perhaps as ancient as the Crimson World itself. And yet, the Scarlet Throne within him resonated with it, responding as if the two shared the same origin.
"How do the questions just keep piling up…?" Cain muttered, releasing a long sigh.
