Spreading peace

After hours and hours, of the sparking match with Able, A'malther took Cain to some sort of tour through different worlds. Assisting in conflicts, bringing supplies as food and, or, water.

A'malther: "You do know, Cain... I do still find curios and very intriguing the fact about you and Able being brothers. But that must explain your share for immortality in different ways of be."

Cain walked beside A'malther, his demeanor calm and reflective as they stepped through another portal into a desolate world. The land was barren, its soil cracked and dry, with a sun that burned a harsh, unrelenting red. A few struggling survivors gathered in the shade of a crumbling structure, their faces hollow with desperation. A'malther raised a hand, and crates of food and barrels of water materialized before them, shimmering with cosmic energy before solidifying.

Cain: "Indeed, my lord. Our connection as brothers has always been... peculiar. We share an eternity that binds us, but the paths we walk have diverged greatly. Able seeks battle as his form of truth. I, however, have chosen to walk a quieter path—a path of atonement, if you will."

A'malther nodded, his gaze scanning the bleak horizon as the survivors cautiously approached the supplies. His skeletal refined armor shimmered faintly in the oppressive sunlight, and his presence alone seemed to imbue the air with a faint sense of hope. 

A'malther: "Your paths may differ, but you both serve as vital pieces in the balance of existence. One embodies the storm, the other the calm after. That is why I find your duality fascinating—it reminds me of the balance I seek in myself. Order and chaos, creation and destruction... It is a cycle as old as existence itself."

Cain watched the survivors with a quiet expression, his gaze softening as they began to distribute the supplies among themselves. 

Cain: "Balance is a delicate thing, my lord. Too much of one, and the other becomes a shadow, waiting to consume everything. I envy your determination to navigate both. I fear I have often failed to find the balance within myself."

A'malther placed a hand on Cain's shoulder, his voice firm but gentle. 

A'malther: "It is not failure, Cain. It is a journey. Even gods falter in their path to balance, and that is why we strive, why we persist. The fact that you remain determined to walk your path speaks to your strength, not weakness."

Cain seemed to take comfort in A'malther's words, nodding slowly. The portal behind them shimmered, signaling the end of their time in this desolate world. A'malther gestured for Cain to follow as they stepped through, arriving on another world—a vibrant, lush paradise brimming with life. Birds sang in the trees, and rivers glistened like liquid crystal under a golden sky.

A'malther: "Each world holds its own truth, Cain. Some thrive, others struggle, but all are part of the same grand design. We are not here to change their fates entirely, but to guide them, to offer a hand where needed, and to ensure that the balance remains intact."

Cain looked out over the serene landscape, his expression unreadable. 

Cain: "And what of those who seek to upset that balance? Those who reject the hand you offer and seek to tear the cycle apart?"

A'malther's gaze hardened slightly, his cosmic aura flaring faintly. 

A'malther: "Then they will face the consequences of their defiance. Mercy is my choice, not their right. I will extend my hand only once, and if they refuse, they will meet my wrath. Balance will be preserved, Cain—by peace, or by force."

Cain gave a solemn nod, understanding the gravity of A'malther's words. Together, they continued their journey, stepping through portal after portal, each world offering its own challenges and lessons. The bond between A'malther and Cain grew stronger with every step, their shared experiences forging a deeper understanding of their roles in the vast, ever-turning wheel of existence.

For many hours, both continued their way and journey, through many worlds, bringing the same assistance and a helping hand, and supplies of food and water. Troubles did exist, but they did only interfere if was necessary, and just remain to guide or attempt in help.