Fyren and Fate. The two immortals I had known the longest, and yet knew the least about. I had so many questions about their nature, purpose, and vision for me. Where did I even start?
My tail flicked, and my hand closed around the Soul Binder. "When Fyren was fighting the Death Demon, he said that, um, I was beyond death. What does that even mean?"
"That is...somewhat hard to explain," Fate began. "I first noticed it some time ago, but fate has... diverged." She nodded to herself. "Yes, that's the right word. Two different visions of existence have written themselves into the end of its path, and it has struggled to reconcile the difference."
"Two paths? One that I die, and one where I live?" I asked, swallowing the knot forming in my throat.
