Then, fortunately…
He dismissed it with a shake of his head.
"Must be a residual mana flare…"
He left the room.
Kael nearly collapsed in relief.
Elysia leaned against the pillar, hand clutching her chest.
"…That was close."
Kael nodded.
"Yeah… too close."
Elysia gazed at him seriously.
"You should leave. This place is dangerous."
"You should leave too," Kael replied.
Elysia looked away.
"I can handle myself."
Kael frowned slightly.
"That's not the point."
For a moment, they shared a strange silence.
A silence full of unspoken thoughts.
Finally, Elysia turned away.
"You saw nothing… understood?"
Kael hesitated but nodded.
"…Understood."
She walked away.
Kael watched her leave.
Then he turned to the prophecy again, staring at the words.
One will save.
One will destroy.
Only one will survive.
Kael whispered:
"…Who is it talking about?"
His chest felt heavy.
A strange dread curled inside him.
He looked at his hand—the one the dark orb had fused with.
