The revelations from the Hollow Avatar carried more weight than I could ever want, and it was a good thing that I was learning of something like this after I had died many times, or no one would convince me that what I was hearing was the truth.
It all sounded so outlandish to me, but I was in a fucking loop, and if I could keep returning from death while keeping every progress that I had made, then that meant something was very wrong, and I was dealing with powers beyond the comprehension of a mage.
There was no one I could talk to about this for them to believe me, until it was too late or I showed them irrefutable proof.
I slowed down my thoughts for a moment and shook off all the distracting sides of it and focused on what was important.
I had learned that the Caeliths were prisons that were not supposed to be here, and that their presence meant that the Order of the Heavens had broken, and that my loop might be a symptom of the same wound.
