"The Fatesworn? But why would you do that?" I asked, looking at Jasrin with wide eyes.
The remnant nodded, solemn for once. "There's not much left of the original Fatesworn but dust and memories. Only a few of us managed to persist through the fall and become what we are now. There are no astral monsters to slay, inter-realm tournaments to compete in, or even divine assignments to complete. Now that this army has inherited our land, it's only fair for them to assume our title."
"I found it fitting, given how closely our goals aligned," Bethiv said. "You strove to protect Fate. We shall do the same with you, Lady Xiviyah."
