The Primordials' cries continued for several minutes, their voices carrying across the mountains and canyons as the rain poured down with ever-increasing intensity. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the heavens seemed to mourn alongside. Yet even the deepest grief could not last forever, and eventually, the thunderous wails began to fade. One by one, the Primordials fell silent, leaving only the relentless rain to fill the oppressive stillness.
Neither side spoke.
The four gigantic Primordials remained near the entrance of the settlement, their expressions still heavy with sorrow and hostility, while Cain stood motionless before them. The old man, however, continued gazing into the distant sky as memories passed through his mind.
Finally, he released a long sigh.
