Ash knew all too well that the entire game—the creation of the cosmology as every being understood it—existed for one singular purpose.
It was all about determining which of the two, the Mother or the Father, would ultimately absorb and assimilate the other.
That was the driving force behind everything.
Even their very first encounter had revolved around that same question: who would be the last one standing?
And now, realizing that the Father was, in truth, seemingly a doppelganger of the Mother, everything suddenly fell into place.
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Ash shook the stray thoughts from his mind and let a small, easy smile settle on his face.
His posture went back to being relaxed, hands still tucked in his pockets as he looked at the exposed woman before him.
"Who am I?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly. "Shouldn't you know?"
The being's hollow eyes narrowed, her form still flickering faintly as the last traces of darkness burned away under the multicolored light.
