Caine caressed his chin, deep in thought.
While this revelation was surprising, it wasn't entirely outlandish. He had already established that the forces of the Five Skies weren't natives but rather remnants of old allies, ancient warriors who had settled in these lands after the fall of the original humans. Given that, the presence of an external force like the Alchemy Hall made sense.
Yet, despite the logical conclusion, a frown settled on his face. Something about this felt strange. A sinister undercurrent ran through it all, something hidden beneath the surface, something crucial that tied everything together.
His instincts screamed at him, an almost primal whisper in his soul warning that the missing piece was linked to the beasts. And given that Caine's instincts were deeply tethered to his Primal Will, he was inclined to trust them.
