The seers spread across the dreamscape rooftop, their positions forming patterns that hurt to look at directly.
Damian's gaze tracked their movements, his mind still processing words that refused to make sense: "The ultimate path! The prophecies weren't lies! He truly is the one we've been searching for!"
The whispers echoed through his thoughts, overlapping and building.
His breathing remained steady despite the questions building in his chest.
'Universe acknowledging me? Sages of all human realms have been waiting for me?'
The implications spiraled outward, each one larger than the last, refusing to fit together cleanly.
'For how long? Since when? What prophecies?'
His jaw worked slightly, the only outward sign of internal processing.
Then his head turned, finding the Sage's masked face beside him, that white surface showing nothing.
'And he...'
The thought formed sharp and certain.
'Chose to sacrifice my family?'
His chest tightened despite his controlled breathing.
