"...Actually," the dark elf woman finally said, her voice was extremely quiet, like she was afraid the trees themselves might be listening to us.
That made my eyes narrow.
Fucking hell...
Here we go again.
"Another prophecy," I muttered under my breath, unable to hide the disgust curling at my tongue.
"Of course it's a prophecy. It's always a prophecy."
She looked down but kept speaking, almost like she hadn't heard me.
"It came from our Goddess. The one who never speaks lightly... not unless the future demands it."
I said nothing, but my fingers tensed slightly at my sides.
"The prophecy said that he, the Vessel of the Moon, would finally awaken," she continued, her red eyes lifting to mine, glowing faintly beneath the shadows of her lashes.
"And that he would be the one who'd bring an end to our suffering. Not with chains or judgment, but with actual understanding from other races."
I kept my face cold, continuing to stare at her.
"Huff..."
