My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind

"Maybe you two should’ve just abandoned Vaingall," Blanchette said casually, as if suggesting a change in wardrobe.

Samael raised an eyebrow, not in surprise but in measured scrutiny. "And the reason?"

Blanchette smiled faintly, tilting her head. "Because the Crimson Helot knew. They didn’t arrive here by chance. They were already prepared. You were already in their path before you even made your first move, didn’t you know that?"

Kivas squinted, her tone low. "What do you mean by that?"

"Think about it," Blanchette said, motioning vaguely with one hand. "If the original intended timeline was the one where you never placed Yoiglah as the domain-stabilizing pillar... then that means the entire warping of Vaingall was always supposed to remain wild, chaotic, unclaimed~"

Samael’s eyes narrowed. "So the moment I relinquished a reign over the terrain and let Yoiglah stabilize it through shrine attunement..."

"You bent the original outcome," Blanchette finished with a chirp. "The Crimson Helot probably noticed that something have gone terribly wrong, and thus why they are going all out in the effort to correct the trajectory of the future~"

Kivas tapped her knuckles against her jaw. "Wait, that’s still just theory. The Crimson Helot aren’t exactly omniscient."

"They aren’t omniscient, but my latest assessment about their faction is that now they rely heavily on prophecy," Samael interjected, a gleam beginning to light behind her eyes. "They don’t just eat flesh now. Their cults are layered around fate-rigging and preemptive deviation.

"As shady as it might be, Blanchette’s words hold a certain justice to our predicament, something that even I didn’t put a focus on."

"Did you just call my words shaddy?"