Amara's words lingered in the air like the final note of a solemn melody. The blue glow of the cavern dimmed, leaving her feeling both isolated and yet profoundly connected to the very essence of the world around her. The sage stood motionless, her unsettling blue eyes fixed on Amara, as if waiting for her to fully absorb the gravity of what she had just agreed to.
Kirin's voice broke the silence, soft yet filled with concern. "Amara… you don't have to do this. We can find another way."
Amara turned toward him, her gaze steady but distant. "There isn't another way, Kirin. The balance that holds Vaelenor together—the balance that holds the entire world together—is fragile. If we're going to change the future, someone has to ensure it doesn't fall apart."
Kirin's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with frustration. "But why does it have to be you?"
