"It's you…" she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the revelation.
The Oracle was frozen in shock, her mismatched silver and bronze eyes searching my face for a truth she couldn't quite grasp. But this was no time for her to be paralysed by surprise.
I knew that the next trick I was about to pull would do more than just shock her—it would rewrite her entire understanding of the possible.
As for that Spearhead lurking outside the glass, he wouldn't be shocked. He would be terrified. He might be puzzled for a fleeting second, trying to reconcile his "absolute" domain with the reality crashing down on him, but that confusion would quickly dissolve into pure, unadulterated fear.
"Come back," I said slowly. I raised both my arms into the air, my fingers splayed like a magician calling upon the spirits of the void. "Come back, my valiant warriors."
