[: 3rd POV :]
Caelira's voice lowered, almost reverent, as she began to explain the ancient pact.
"Each Ruler is granted three Promises of Time by the Overseer—a sacred favour that transcends the very fabric of existence''
''These Promises are not mere wishes, but powerful boons that allow one to bend time and fate itself."
Kiel's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, absorbing the weight of her words.
"It's like a divine cheat sheet," Caelira continued, "a way to unravel mysteries no mortal mind could solve alone''
''With a Promise, you can seek answers to impossible problems, glimpse future paths, or even find the secret to breaking through your limits when you've reached the peak of your power."
Manork shifted uncomfortably.
"So, it's not something you use lightly."
"Far from it," Caelira nodded gravely.
"The Promises are finite. Once used, they're gone forever. That is why Empress Melira, despite her immense strength, cannot call upon the Promise herself."
