If I fuck up… at least she will be safe.
No matter how hard I've tried to get things right in the past, I always manage to mess things up. But maybe that's my true calling. Perhaps making a chaotic mess is my destiny, ensuring that things fall into place as they are meant to be. Despite my doubts about Elenon, our powers being stripped away, and my role in this godforsaken realm, there's one undeniable truth: I can do something for Faeryn that no one else can. I can save her.
The event is at the castle, of course, and with Brina's help, I slipped in under the guise of assisting her with some preparations. Naturally, the guards didn’t question Brina's word. After all, she is the legendary phoenix, the goddess of rhyme and reason—or so I thought. Even she seems uncertain about her role likely because she’s still piecing together her own life.
