Chapter 48: The Dice of Fate
The glyphs of the magic circle flared to life. On the altar, the mound of gold coins began to melt away in streams of light.
Countless flickering visions surfaced, scenes from every corner of Alkhemia mingling and collapsing into each other. Within the shifting glow, half-formed silhouettes emerged and dissolved like specters.
"We did it!" Harvey exclaimed, trembling with excitement. "I've attuned to the fate of Alkhemia!"
And while Harvey had improved immensely, controlling a ritual of this scale was still somewhat beyond his limit.
The moment the visions stabilized, an invisible weight crashed down upon him, crushing his chest and making his heart race. His entire body began to shake.
"Don't resist!" Ambrose's voice cut through the hum of magic. "You're reaching for fragments of the future, not fighting fate itself. You believe in destiny, don't you? Then what does it matter if death comes now or later?"
Harvey managed a wry smile. It wasn't quite so easy to face death with calm acceptance.
He forced himself to focus, to dig meaning out of the flood of overlapping images.
"The secret of the sewers…" he murmured.