7. The Paradox of Sarafan

I stepped through the portal, the white blinding light, Blasted straight back to the history's night. The stronghold of Sarafan, banners of gold, Where the lies of the centuries silently unfold! Moebius was waiting, his hourglass gleamed, Nothing in this era was quite what it seemed. He calls me a hero, he praises my name, But I am the weapon in his damnable game! "Welcome back, Raziel. The savior of mankind. Kain is the cancer that rots this world. Strike him down in the past, and rewrite the destiny!" The paradox twists! The timelines collide! With the architect's venom now running the tide! Am I the savior? A monster of old? Or just a puppet for stories untold? The history bleeds! The records are stained! By the absolute control that the tyrants maintained! I marched through the halls where my statue was raised, The legendary martyr that the humans had praised. But the air smelled of dogma, of murder and fear, As the dark truth of Nosgoth was drawing so clear. Kain was ahead of me, waiting in shade, Not fighting to kill, but avoiding the blade! He spoke of the strings that are pulling our fates, While the Elder God watches at history's gates! "Moebius guides your hand, Raziel. But remember: a coin has two sides, yet we only see one. What happens if the coin lands on its edge? We are here to create the third option!" The paradox twists! The timelines collide! With the architect's venom now running the tide! Am I the savior? A monster of old? Or just a puppet for stories untold? The history bleeds! The records are stained! By the absolute control that the tyrants maintained! "Kain refused to fight me. He vanished into the corridors of time. And for the first time, I doubted Moebius. I had to find the truth myself... deep in the mountains of the north."