All Paths were fixed.
Fixed Paths meant fixed abilities, fixed strengths and weaknesses. All the Supernatural people of the Reforging Flame were Machine Priests. They might use different weapons, but not one of them could use Psychological Analysis.
And no Path was all-powerful. All Supernatural people, including Great Beings, were bound to have shortcomings.
In individual combat, this was only a minor problem. On the battlefield, it became an inherent flaw.
The solution was simple enough: Supernatural people of different Paths could work together in mixed units.
But in this world, in this era, that was nothing short of a fantasy.
Every Path corresponded to a Cult, and every Cult corresponded to a Great Being. All of this had long been set in stone.
It was already good enough if different Cults refrained from attacking one another. Expecting them to cooperate was nothing short of a fantasy.
All Cults were competitors. Without shared interests, there could never be any basis for cooperation.
Even barely uniting them into an Empire had been the result of the Royal Family's efforts.
Even if mortals wanted to unite, the Great Beings would certainly never agree.
Though the gods no longer walked the world, their influence had never left it.
But as luck would have it, the apocalypse was now approaching, and mortals had no choice but to unite.
And the Great Beings were trapped in the Abode, unable to intervene.
The [Casting Forge], the only one that had successfully projected its power, had raised no objection.
And so, miraculously, the three sides on the battlefield actually had a basis for cooperation.
But a basis was only a basis. They had never worked together and had no mutual trust. They should never have been able to form an Allied Army.
But Elliot had come.
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