"Yes, you have. You are changing the thread of fate in this realm." Novella sighed.
I winced. "…Not exactly my fault," I muttered weakly.
Her eyes softened. "I know." But then they hardened again. "But your existence has changed everything."
Images flashed behind my eyes. Duke Tyler. Dead. Princess Milabuella. Amnesia. Sir Alex. Turned into a Titan. And me. A nobody. A background character.
Now—A hero. "I didn't mean to mess it up like this," I said.
"I know," she repeated. "But intention does not undo consequence."
Her voice was calm. Mercilessly calm. "The Thread of Fate has been altered beyond recognition."
Cold dread pooled in my chest. "…Then why are you here?"
She stepped closer. The void itself seemed to bow away from her. "I came to warn you."
My heart pounded. "You must return this realm to its proper Thread of Fate."
Her next words froze my soul. "Or I will have no choice but to destroy it."
The world seemed to stop. "…Destroy it?"
