Wheel of Fate [1]

"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.