Chapter 640: Answers
As Magic vanished, I let out a long, tired sigh and sagged against Fate. She shifted her hold on me, taking most of my weight.
"Well done, little one," Arantius said. "Negotiating with gods is never easy."
I shook my head. "I didn’t even do anything, though. How can I when I don’t know what we’re discussing?"
"One day you will," Fate said softly. "For now, continue to trust me. That was what convinced Magic to extend such faith in us."
"Does your plan have something to do with True Mana?" I asked.
"What makes you say that?" she asked curiously.
I gestured to the ribbons of true mana that filled the room. "Why else would you be fixating so much on it?"
She pursed her lips. "True mana is not my plan, but tangentially related. I wish I could share more, but you must be satisfied with this. There are many ways of prying secrets from a mortal’s lips, and I’d rather not risk jeopardizing everything with the details."
I nodded, letting my eyelids flutter close. "I understand. Just...is there hope?"
"There is always hope, regardless of what the future may show. Remember the starless night? We got through it. Both of us."
The weight of her hand settled on my head, rubbing gently between my horns. I breathed, letting her presence soak into me, dispelling the melancholy discussing my visions. There was so much to think about now, from Magic’s spells to the mysterious plan. Regardless of my understanding, I was in the middle of it all. And I’d just committed to wiping the church from the northern continent.