Back at the white dimension, the room sank into a heavy silence, the kind that pressed against the mind. Nyxander stood still, struggling to piece together the fragments of truth swirling within him. "Do you mean we are both brotherly connected?" Nyxander asked, his voice low, cautious, as if afraid the answer might fracture him further.
"Yeah, we are," he replied calmly. "You can call me Nyxareth." He paused, then continued, "To understand, let's go back to the early age of the Cosmos."
At once, the white surroundings dissolved, unfolding into a vast galaxy filled with blazing stars, spiraling galaxies, and endless Milky Ways drifting like rivers of light. "Cosmos created the laws, from which Chaos was born and then split into light and darkness, marking the birth of the PEOPLE OF LIGHT, those who inhabit the above, and the PEOPLE OF DARKNESS, those who inhabit the below. Cosmos watched over them, observing as they evolved with time.
