But the thing is..." Skreek paused dramatically, his eyes fixed on Julian's face. "There was a fourth fragment as well."
Julian's eyes widened. "What?"
Skreek smiled—not his usual greedy, merchant smile, but something more genuine.
"Yes, Sir. A fourth fragment. You see, when the original flame divided itself into the three Primordial Gods, the division was not perfectly clean. There was a remainder—a piece that belonged to none of the three, yet carried essence from all of them."
He gestured with his hands, trying to illustrate something.
"This fourth fragment contained traces of Creation, Destruction, and Balance all mixed together. It was unique in all the cosmos—the only piece of the original flame that contained the unified nature of what came before the division."
Julian felt something cold in his stomach. "And according to your friend..."
