Cain, Meylin, and the Enlightened One sat together in a peaceful countryside. Unlike the ostentatious palaces and glittering throne halls of most ArchDeities, this place was simple—almost humble. A vast garden stretched around them, its air fragrant with flowers and rich earth. Every breath drawn in this place brought the mind and soul closer to serenity.
"As I said before," the Enlightened One began, his voice carrying the calm cadence of flowing water, "you may ask your questions. I will answer them truthfully."
Cain's eyes glowed faintly with golden light—the manifestation of The Flow. It had become instinct for him to activate it in any interaction, discerning the truth behind words, watching the currents of intent and cause ripple through the world around him.
But as he gazed at the Enlightened One, something unexpected happened. The monk's eyes began to glow with the same golden radiance, and in that instant, all of Cain's insights were severed.
