Silence.
The court was filled with an unmistakable lull, sweeping over everyone within. The Fairies looked to their leader, while Esme stared at Ater—the only one who had remained composed from the start of the conversation even up to this point.
He was staring straight at the Fairy King, whose troubled expression betrayed his magnanimity.
"I had a vision…"
As he said this, all attention focused on him.
"This world will come to an end. It will be upturned in an overwhelming tide of blood and flames." He whispered. "And… my people do not survive."
"Is that why you seek the Singularity? To change your fates?" Ater asked in response, his brows raised.
"Perhaps."
Silence followed those words.
"Perhaps it is meaningless to fight against a fate that has been prophesied since the beginning—when I was first brought into existence."
