Verina, overhearing, began approaching them as she raised a brow. "So they just… what, throw the continents around until they each get the world looking how they want it?"
Naosi nodded, her expression caught between amusement and exasperation. "That's the legend. Supposedly, they come around every few millennia to rearrange things, never content with how the other leaves it.
"The first god carefully moves each piece, crafting a perfect grid, a pattern no mortal could ever see in full. But then along comes the second, scattering the lands, bending rivers, lifting mountains with no rhyme or reason other than to undo it all.
"This endless cycle of order and chaos, resetting the world as if it were nothing more than a plaything. And now look at our current situation, sounds familiar?"
"Sounds like a nightmare," Callista muttered, glancing at the fractured landscape before us. "Imagine living with gods who never settle on anything."
