"…That wasn't just a scam?" Alicia gasped.
"It's usually treated as such," I cut in, stepping forward. "But as I said before, I believe it."
Both Alicia and Darien turned to me with wide, rabbit-like eyes.
In a crisis, when everyone is losing their minds, the one person who remains calm—even if they are crazy—becomes the leader.
I rode that momentum. I walked straight toward Darien.
She flinched. She tried to step back to maintain her three-step 'safe zone,' terrified of the thoughts she might hear from a man who smiled at the apocalypse.
But I didn't stop. I broke through the boundary without hesitation, stepping right into her personal space.
"You know what you have to do, right?" I whispered, leaning down to her eye level. "It's your father's prophecy. You're the only one who knows the counter-measure."
"Y-yes?"
Darien looked up at me, flustered.
I grabbed her trembling hand and slapped a piece of parchment into it.
