Plane Of Destiny And Fate
Bolt stood before the vast screen, his hands clenched into tight fists. The images were clear, undeniable. The two figures—Aurelion and Veloris—were preparing their final move. His home. Velar.
"He's just… letting them," Bolt said, his voice low and rough. He wasn't asking. He was accusing the empty air. "Varel. He's just going to stand aside and let them wipe my world off the map. Why? He could stop them."
The only answer was the soft, rhythmic squeak of a chair spinning. Sarah, Absolute Being of Destiny and Fate, twirled idly in her seat, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the screen over Bolt's shoulder.
