Killian patiently waited for Ryn to calm down before asking her what she'd dream of, knowing her fears stemmed from the visions that haunted her. The young elf shared the details with teary eyes, afraid that what was revealed in her dream would come true, and she was helpless to change any of it. Since she was the last goddess in this era, Ryn didn't know much about the way of the gods. What she knew so far was what she learned from her mother.
"The visions you had only served as a warning, not a fixed fate. They aren't set in stone yet, and things could be changed if enough variables were derailed from their original path," Killian tried to reassure her, hinting at the fragile nature of fate and the stakes involved.
Ryn bit her lip. It was hard for her to accept his words since the visions she had seen felt too real. How could she pretend everything was alright when danger was just around the corner?
