"Time's almost up."
Orson felt a twinge of anxiety. Even knowing exactly what was about to happen didn't stop the nerves. It wasn't just worry for Sienna. There was also guilt gnawing at his conscience.
Not that he had much of a conscience left—but he knew countless people were going to die, and it would all be his fault.
It didn't sit well.
"It'll be alright. No one's going to blame you. According to the Radiant Shuttle prophecy, this calamity was always destined to happen—sooner or later."
Blank offered a gentle smile, her eyes warm and reassuring.
Orson gave a grateful nod. Blank was one of the rare people who truly understood his motives.
He didn't expect the entire world of adventurers to forgive him. Saving Sienna had already sealed his mistake—there was no explanation that could make it right.
All he could do now was try his hardest to atone.
