The Celestial Race," the old woman began, her voice thick with reverberations of reverence, "is divided into two sub-races: the Saint Race and the Immortal Race." Her words floated in the air like a delicate web of some ancient mystery. The shop hushed into deep contemplation; it seemed as if even the walls leaned in to hear the secrets about to unfold.
"Legend has it," she went on, her voice low and measured, "that once the cosmos had righted and the laws of the universe had been stabilized, the primordial chaos fractured. Out of this division came two opposing forces: the Law of Light and the Law of Shadow and Obscurity.
She paused for effect, her words hanging in the air like a half-formed constellation, until Nyxander interrupted, curiosity threading his voice. "If both laws are opposing forces, how could the Law of Chaos itself remain stable without collapsing under their conflict?"
