chapter 125

Visions of the Past and Future

A wave of energy pulsed through the chamber. Greg yelped as the walls warped, twisting into a swirling void of memories. The air grew thick, charged with something beyond magic—a power older than the world itself.

The Oracle's voice echoed, layered with countless others.

"The Forgotten Gate is not merely a door. It is a boundary between sacrifice and salvation."

Images flooded their minds.

Mallory saw a city falling, fire consuming towering structures as shadowy figures clashed in a war long past. A warrior, clad in silver armor, stood before a massive stone gateway—the Forgotten Gate. His eyes burned with determination… and resignation.

The vision shifted.

Now, the warrior lay broken before the gate, his lifeblood pooling beneath him. The gate, once pulsing with power, shut itself with a final, resounding clang. The price had been paid. The world was saved… but at what cost?

The Oracle spoke again.