"You are the child from that prophecy."
Those words echoed in my mind continuously, bouncing between the walls of my thoughts like a cursed whisper refusing to fade away.
Prophecy?
I think…
I recalled it then—the last time I heard that word.
Goddess Ylthea had said the same thing to me. But she disappeared before I could ask more. Before I could demand answers from her.
And now, standing before me, Nathalia uttered the same thing again, as if she had known it too.
I clenched my fists, my throat dried out as I forced the words out.
"What is this prophecy?"
Nathalia chuckled. It wasn't mocking, nor was it kind. It was the kind of laugh that carried a secret. One that only she was aware of.
"So Ylthea really didn't tell you," she mused, shaking her head slightly.
There was something off.
I now noticed it.
She spoke about Ylthea so casually. As if she knew her. As if she understood what type of conversation occurred between the two of us.
How did she know?
