AT THE SAME TIME
MEI SHEN'S POINT OF VIEW:
I unrolled it slowly, the parchment crackling with an ancient weight, words glowing like embers across the page. My voice was barely a whisper, but every syllable echoed as though the heavens themselves leaned in to listen.
"Jin Voss, denied the throne, not by theft, but by judgment of the divine. His hunger would have consumed the empire. His claim stripped by decree of fate itself." I said.
The courtyard froze. Richard no, Jin Voss stared at me with naked horror. His hand twitched as if to lunge, to rip it away, but he faltered. Because it was undeniable and the god Zeyrith his glowing eyes widened, his voice breaking into something I had never thought possible.
"Impossible… a mortal spawning a scroll from the void? Girl, what are you?"He asked.
