Adrian felt himself get hit with a wave of understanding and realization as he processed the Dwarven Lord's tale.
The sheer, paradigm-shifting weight of the story was a shock to him. To learn that the Dwarves, a race so distinct and proud, had stemmed from humans... it was evolution, in a sense, but a rapid, directed, and magical form of it that his scientific mind couldn't quite grasp. It was a fascinating, almost unbelievable concept.
But as his mind worked, inconsistencies in the histories he had consumed began to surface.
'Something doesn't make sense. The history books in the human kingdoms are filled with tales of the great wars involving the three races.
And if Damien, and possibly the rest of them, believed that the first people had simply come into existence by chance, how then did the universal worship of the 'goddess' begin? Why was she so revered if she played no part in their creation?'
