Seirion felt his breath stop for an instant. He had suspected it. He had imagined it. But hearing it from Maloren's own mouth made it real.
Korveth had truly been there.
So Maloren hadn't lied about the future.
It wasn't an assumption or a misunderstanding.
Korveth had seen something.
And that "something" had triggered a chain of tragedies that would unfold centuries later.
Seirion clenched his fists. An uncomfortable tension filled his chest. The kind that appears when someone has kept something important quiet for far too long.
"Maloren…" His voice came out lower than he intended. "I need to tell you the truth."
Maloren watched him intently. There was no judgment in his eyes, something Seirion appreciated more than he expected. Despite being the god of judgment, He wasn't there to pass judgment, but to listen calmly.
His posture, the way he held Seirion's gaze, steady and patient, made it clear he was willing to understand whatever truth Seirion was about to reveal.
