Story Divergence

"We are on the brink of great change."

Ashol Eduardo stood amidst the massive crowds, watching as blind faith consumed them.

He cast a glance at the man beside him—a figure so still, so detached, that even his eyes seemed void of light.

"For better… or worse."

Bloodmader's response made Ashol pause.

"Isn't this what you wanted, Raphael? The war you've longed for is finally upon us."

Bloodmader shook his head.

"I never desired war, Ashol. But sometimes… it is the only way."

With that, he turned to leave.

Ashol's voice followed him.

"Where are you going?"

The director stopped for a brief moment.

"To finish what I started. I will lead the charge—I'm returning to the border."

"Are you certain about this?"

Ashol clasped his hands behind his back, speaking with an air of indifference.

"The temple is in a precarious state. Leave now, and you may come to regret it."