The final sentence remained on the page.
HE WAS THE REASON IT HAD TO BE REWRITTEN.
Rin stared at the words until they seemed to burn themselves into his vision.
He had crossed worlds, fallen through forgotten sanctuaries, and watched memories that belonged to someone else. Every revelation had brought him closer to Aelion, yet somehow farther from understanding why he was here.
Now the original record claimed that the World had been rewritten because of him.
Not because of Eryndor.
Not because of the first bearer.
Because of Rin.
"Tell me you can explain this," he whispered.
Eryndor was still holding the edge of the table. "I was about to ask you the same thing."
Rin forced himself to look away from the book. "I don't think we should touch anything else."
"You said that before we entered the chamber."
"And I was right then, too."
"Yet here we are."
"Unfortunately."
Eryndor almost smiled, but his attention returned to the page.
"Why does it call you the returned soul?"
