Chapter 13: The Legend of Two Worlds

From the book "On the Two Worlds"

_"In the beginning, there was only one world, whole and unbroken, like an undivided fabric of time. But fate willed otherwise. The Great Sundering—that is what they call the day when the veil between realms trembled, and from a single whole, two reflections emerged: one—a world of light, the other—a world of shadows.

It is said that the cause was balance, disturbed at the heart of creation. Perhaps the magic flowing through the earth and stars was depleted, or an unseen hand severed the sacred bonds linking the spheres. Some whisper that the rupture was inevitable, for in both worlds, there existed something—or someone—who was never meant to be in two places at once.

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But there is another legend—of a ritual performed beneath the shadow of the stars. Of those who sought to wield a power capable of bending the laws of existence. They gathered the blood of the primordials, the fire of the eternal flame, and the sand that births time, weaving them into a circle of ancient magic. Their voices, merging into a single invocation, tore through the very foundation of the world, and in that moment, it cracked like a mirror, reflecting itself in two faces.

However, the ritual remained unfinished. Some of the knowledge was lost, the sacrifice left incomplete, and thus the worlds never fully separated. They exist apart, yet are bound by fragile threads, fraying and rejoining anew. And as long as these ties remain, there may come one who will either reunite them once more… or shatter them

forever.”_