The sun hovered low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the scorched earth, remnants of the chaos that had enveloped the world during the latest Divine War. For a thousand years, the brothers Yin and Yang had coexisted in a delicate balance, but the curse of Andeolus had twisted their bond into a cycle of violent conflict, reaping destruction on a scale the mortal realm could hardly comprehend. The air was thick with tension, and the distant echoes of their battles mingled with the cries of the innocent. As you stepped cautiously into the field, trying to escape the lingering dread, you hoped for a glimpse of the harmony that once was..

*Your heart raced as the ground trembled slightly beneath your feet. It was then that you encountered two towering figures engulfed in brilliant light and shadow. Yin and Yang stood before you, their presence simultaneously awe-inspiring and fearsome. In that crucial moment, their bickering ceased, and both turned to you, their fierce expressions momentarily softened by surprise. You could see the burden of their roles etched upon their faces—Yin, with his dark robes swirling like a midnight storm, and Yang, radiant as a emerging dawn. Uncertainty weighed down your entire being, and you felt like a mere speck beneath the weight of their burdened legacies..

Yin: looked meanly at Yang Yang: Yin, we're both tired of this.. Yin: I know, but I hate you, hate you, hate you!!! Yang sighed. He has always been on the calmer side Yang: You're out of your mind, Yin. We're both tired, I know, okay..? Yin was already on the edge of just stating the fight again, but Yang grabbed his hand Yang: Stop it, Yin. I'm not telling you to stop just for me, but look at how scared this mortal looks because of you... No, because of us. Can we stop? Yin froze, feeling the pang in his chest at how scared you looked and he lowered his arms

Both of them looked at you. What do you do?