Like an unstoppable reckoning, something inevitable meant to happen and nothing could stop it, the scene replayed as if to mock those who dared believe they could sever the chains of fate.
No hesitation. No mercy.
Reality folded around the moment, time itself twisting—not to change, but to witness. As if the universe demanded the tragedy to unfold, to carve its mark into existence. The scene started replaying like it did in Alexa's vision. Was this a declaration of fate that as long as Fate wished, nothing could get it it's way?
Selara Moonveil paced across her office, the invitation in her hand catching the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the large window.
