While the Power of Order could sever and dull emotion, rendering its wielder almost untouchable by fear, doubt, or hesitation, its antithesis operated in the exact opposite manner.
The Power of Chaos did not isolate; it connected. It demanded bonds, fed on them, and deepened them beyond what most beings could comprehend. Through it, one did not merely remember others—they felt them, across entire universes. The deeper the connection, the more absolute the link became.
Cain felt everything.
He felt the moment Anark died.
It was not a distant realization or a quiet understanding. It was a rupture. A violent tearing that echoed through his entire existence, as if a part of his very soul had been ripped away without warning. His body froze atop the mountain, his breathing halting as an overwhelming surge of grief, disbelief, and fury flooded his mind all at once.
Cain and Anark had known each other since the beginning of his path.
