Prologue (Part 2)

"Tell me," Citrus said. "Have you ever wondered why your life became this way? Why do we put such faith in you, the hero of prophecy? Be honest."

Wilhelm nodded.

"Rejoice, you are about to meet the reason." Despite the Elf's matter-of-fact demeanor, there was nothing and nobody around them. They stood on a plane of ice, the tumultuous snowfall nothing more than a distant memory.

Wilhelm loosened his scarf and took some deep breaths, slowing his rapid heart rate. 'Was this all some kind of joke,' he thought. 'I'm beginning to think the Mumbling Prophet doesn't even exist.'

Citrus, however, cautioned the young hero back. "We should give Ignus some space."