After a great many unexpected things, Ruby had come to accept that she should no longer expect events to unfold exactly as they had in the future she remembered. The timeline had shifted, splintered, rearranged itself in ways her visions could no longer reliably track.
But even with that uncertainty, she knew that certain things would remain constant.
Arkai Dawnoro's death had been the only significant deviation so far. One prophecy, proven wrong. One life, inexplicably preserved. And even with the emergence of that miraculous healing potion, a variable she hadn't accounted for, it wasn't enough to build a new framework upon.
One change did not a new world make. Not yet.
