The elf woman's ears were red, her eyes swollen and puffy from crying.
Yes, Sylvia was a grown woman now.
Then why couldn't she hold back her tears?
Her frustration.
Her helplessness.
Once again, she looked down at the book.
Damon was still there on the page, a sword impaling his chest, despair frozen in his eyes.
She had not forgotten to study the blade.
Sylvia memorized every detail of it. The runes carved along its length. The shape of the hilt. The craftsmanship of the metal.
What the book did not show her…
Was who held the sword.
Someone would betray Damon.
But that was not why she was crying.
Sylvia's true fear was something far worse.
That she would be the one to betray him.
In all her attempts to change prophecy, the tome of the Unknown God had made one thing painfully clear.
Every effort to alter fate only ensured that the prophecy came true.
For all she knew, if she tried to stop this future…
She might be the one who drove the blade into Damon's heart.
