Everything we had came from her. If she forced the issue, would we be obligated to agree? Which warriors with outstanding talent would she choose? How much would losing our innate magical elements affect us?
All of Midsummer grew restless.
The crisis she spoke of felt too distant. The future she described had no clear shape. We were winning again and again, were we not?
Yet that terrifying proposal stirred too many thoughts.
That period was chaotic, even more so than the early days after the game descended. We began guarding against one another. Eventually, every Celestialkin avoided that leader, unwilling to see her.
When she left, her heart must have been broken. She showed no anger at our so called betrayal, only guilt and self blame.
"Do not be afraid of me."
"I am sorry. I am an unqualified leader."
