Grey's memories flashed with the realization of something. Back in the trench that separated the catacombs of the church into two halves, that tomb existed. When Calixan opened it up, the black version of the Fog of Chaos came out and swallowed up the more misty, fog-like version.
Grey had been confused at the time, but watching the black hole here work, he couldn't help but wonder…
Was that actually a form of restraint? Did the black hole-like Fog of Chaos have a magnetic effect on the more liberal, free-flowing sort of Fog of Chaos?
But in that case, why would the various civilizations coming out of their bubbles cause the Fog of Chaos to react differently?
Grey simply didn't have an answer for all that.
As he continued to observe, he watched as the uses of the Genesis System evolved, everything progressed forward, but no one seemed to grow any closer to finding a solution for dealing with the Fog of Chaos.
That was when the universe split into two halves once again.
