“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice faltering.
Her expression grew solemn. “Not what I want, but what the land doth demand. Thou hast been called to a time not thine own.”
The whirlpool swirled faster, pulling at the edges of reality itself. The very air trembled with unseen forces, and something deep within you—a thing you had never known—stirred in response.
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