Vanitas couldn't begin to fathom what the prophet was planning.
Wasn't their goal to resurrect Araxys? If that was the case, then the Saintess quite literally had been right in the palm of their hands.
And yet, the prophet let her go without laying a finger on her.
'Why…?'
What was he planning? Did it even make sense? This had to be intentional, undoubtedly part of a greater scheme.
But no matter how much Vanitas raked through his thoughts, even if he pulled every hair from his head, there were no answers.
Not even Selena, seated across from him, could explain it.
"Why come to me, then?" Vanitas asked.
"Because… I didn't know where to find the Archmage…" Selena murmured. "And… you…"
"…."
"You had broken fate itself. Whether you knew it or not, Marquess Astrea."
His brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"You were meant to die," Selena whispered. "I saw you die that day… the day the white haired woman disappeared."
