Izaak's expression softened as he heard Melody. "It's not true. I can't do a lot of things," he stated.
"Like what?" Melody asked, her confusion evident.
"I can't change my visions. No matter what I do, they don't change. I never regretted having such an ability, but recently, I felt it should not be there," Izaak explained, his voice tinged with frustration.
"Umm… Those who can handle such abilities are chosen to carry them. Your Highness, I don't know what's bothering you suddenly, but whatever it is, try finding a solution for it," Melody stated, her tone gentle yet firm.
"A solution?" Izaak chuckled bitterly. "To change my visions?" He arched an eyebrow at her.
"Yes," Melody replied, her gaze unwavering.
"There's no solution. What is bound to happen will happen," he affirmed, his voice laced with resignation.
"What did His Highness see?" Her concern grew as she pried for more details.
