Now it would be best to bear in mind that Riley didn't get told any of this. At best, he was shown an extremely rough account of the events leading up to the moment his ancestors realized just what the hell was really happening.
Like having an out-of-body experience where memories he never asked to see kept forcing themselves into his mind, Riley most definitely saw the moment that son of a gun ripped through the skies and marked the beginning of the Great War.
What he saw wasn't complete.
It came in fragments.
But those fragments were more than enough.
The sky didn't simply darken. It split.
Not with clouds, not with storms, but with something far worse.
Fire.
It poured from above as though the heavens themselves had ruptured, spilling relentless waves of burning light that consumed everything beneath them. The air trembled under the force of it, and the land followed not long after.
