"What do you mean?"
David's voice trembled with disbelief as he questioned the nature of his experiences within the temple. Each encounter, each painful moment, now seemed orchestrated, a part of a grand design he couldn't comprehend.
"But why?" His voice rose, laced with frustration and confusion. "Master Rowe worked alongside traitors, Deni'r committed mass murder, yet the events remain unchanged? How is that possible?"
His mind raced with the implications. If his actions held no sway, then what was the purpose of his struggles? What was the purpose of him getting hurt, going through near-death experiences if none of it mattered.
Vorago however was unfazed.
A small smile played upon Vorago's lips as he advanced towards David, his movements deliberate and purposeful.
With a flick of his finger, he conjured a small visual display that materialized between them, capturing David's attention with its mesmerizing imagery.
