Damian's mind stuttered, the words hitting like a physical blow.
'So bringing me here breaks the rules of Fate?'
His thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the revelation.
He had no knowledge about seer battles, no understanding of how the dreamscape worked or what laws governed this realm between waking and sleeping.
But now that he thought about it, the question formed with cold clarity.
'If seers could bring anyone to their dreamscape where only they could battle, how would the others even fight back?'
The implication settled like ice in his chest.
'There must be some sort of rules and limitations–'
Before his thoughts could spiral further, the Sage's voice cut across the rooftop, quiet but carrying clearly.
"Now that the Oracle had made her move and declared her chosen one before the entire universe..."
The masked face remained pointed toward the Hooded One.
"How could you just sit aside and watch?"
The statement hung in the frozen air between them.
