Tick!
Aether's vision blurred momentarily, a disorienting haze that felt like an eternity before clarity returned.... His eyes focused on the Prophetess, who was tapping her stick on his forehead. In that instant, he found himself hurled back to the time when everything began!
[+10 AP]
"Hmm... How fascinating," the Prophetess murmured, her voice laced with intrigue as she pulled back her stick, steadying herself. "To think, you refused to choose. Hah! What an amusing and utterly peculiar man you are," she added, her tone quivering slightly with disbelief.
Aether's lips curled into a bitter twitch, "What did you expect from me?
To make a choice?
To decide who lives and who dies?
I'd rather face death myself than make that kind of decision!" His voice was rough, teetering on the edge of fury.
He gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as he fought to suppress the storm of emotions threatening to explode. If only she had told him from the start, he could have saved them all.
