The battle had been raging for some time now. The warriors had adopted the form of the humans who now inhabited a part of the universe. It was a courtesy to the people, a consolation for their unanswered questions and prayers.
The evil brother was striking critical blows to the good brother. The path was becoming rocky and hard to see. More mountains began to sprout up in the land of the infinite and the battle was fought from mountain to mountain. The good brother had no hope of winning. He decided to try to limp to a truce.
The truce was successfully negotiated with the evil brother winning the ability to answer prayers and the good brother winning the burden of watching all. The good brother would fight the evil brother and, as these wars between clans go, nothing really changed aside from some glimmers of hope for the Yah-wei clan. Complete victory can only come to the evil brother as he has strategically placed himself on the top of the great, first mountain. The good brother resides at the bottom where he can only be seen if one truly wishes to see Him.
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