The current era, this timeline, wasn't broken anymore.
If I remembered the game's lore correctly, Lavine had already completed her duty long ago.
Her work was done.
The shattered flow of time had been mended, the tears in space sealed.
So then — why was she still here?
Why was Lavine, the Grand Magus of timeless wisdom, still shackled to this fading realm?
I looked at her — really looked at her — and the realization felt cold.
She wasn't here because the world needed her.
She was here because she didn't know how to leave.
This realm was no longer a sanctum. It was a prison.
A cage of her own making, forged by the very magic that made her a legend.
An eternal, unwithering husk of existence… slowly trying to fade, but unable to die.
And despite everything — despite all her power, all her knowledge, all her grace — she sat here alone, holding tea in her hands, like it was the only warmth left in her endless stillness.
