Dhein knew every living god in this world. He had been studying them all his life.
One deity, even after death, stood out from the others. She was the goddess who wanted to give sweet dreams to her people.
He nervously glanced at Shina who was equally at a loss. But judging by her expression, it seemed like she wasn't as surprised as he was.
The oracle spoke once more.
"Goddess Oneirah, Lord Dheinyrus, pity me when you fulfill your destiny."
Shina took a cautious step forward, then she put her hand on the surface of the huge cylinder glass. Her eyes was opened wide, pupils dilated in pure horror and... sorrow.
"Velhai... is that you?" she uttered, her voice trembling.
After a short silence, the oracle answered with a painfully sad tone.
"It's me."
The questions in Dhein's mind were beginning to overflow that he couldn't help but ask:
"Shina, what's going on?"
Without looking at him, she answered.
