"You are the child from that prophecy."
Those words echoed in my mind continuously, bouncing between the walls of my thoughts like a cursed whisper refusing to fade away.
Prophecy?
I think…
I recalled it then—the last time I heard that word.
Goddess Ylthea had said the same thing to me. But she disappeared before I could ask more. Before I could demand answers from her.
And now, standing before me, Nathalia uttered the same thing again, as if she had known it too.
I clenched my fists, my throat dried out as I forced the words out.
"What is this prophecy?"
Nathalia chuckled. It wasn't mocking, nor was it kind. It was the kind of laugh that carried a secret. One that only she was aware of.
"So Ylthea really didn't tell you," she mused, shaking her head slightly.
There was something off.
I now noticed it.