The third painting was a scene of war, yet still set in that same realm of light. The dark gods led their chaotic souls against the light ones and their orderly souls.
Again, a story was told through the motionless picture, with the chaotic mortals changing as the closer they drew closer to the gods. The ones farthest away were essentially the same as the orderly ones, only tinted with darkness instead of light. But as they drew closer, their souls morphed, taking on the attributes and colors of the god they followed. A small pinpoint of power grew like a seed in each of them, starting small and almost indiscernible, yet overgrowing the entire soul of those next to their deities. A different, unique horde followed every dark god, matching the same color and attribute of the light god opposed to them.
"The rise of the Dark Gods," Fate said.
