Oizys's violet halo steadied, her black feather wings folding tighter against her back as she leaned forward, her gaze locking onto Kivas with a mix of awe and unease. "If you're that pivotal—if your existence, your deaths, your apotheoses ripple out to reshape all of Fathomi—then what does that even make you? The linchpin? The accident that the world wasn't built for?"
In a way, it was a question that was pointed to herself, considering that she was still, in a way or another, Kivas from a different timeline.
The question hung in the air, sharpening the temple's quiet into something taut, like a thread pulled too thin.
