Arthur lay on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. His mind was blank, yet restless.
Were these Gods being cautious… or just fools?
Aurelia—the eldest of them all—could see the future. She held dominion over fate itself and stood above the other deities in both power and wisdom.
With her authority, a single blessing wasn't just a gift. It could turn into a curse. Not just for the one who received it, but for the entire world.
Arthur doubted someone like Aurelia would act without reason. She wasn't a fool. After thousands of years guiding the balance of the world, her decisions were rarely impulsive.
She was waiting for something. Preparing for something.
She had already seen what was coming. Whatever storm the world was about to face… she had already glimpsed it. And perhaps, that was why—after all this time—she finally chose to bless someone.
