“You say what?” Xavier exclaimed impulsively, rubbing his ears, as if trying to dislodge the absurdity of her claim.

Karen sighed wearily, collapsing into a nearby hay sack as if the weight of the world had suddenly settled on her shoulders.

“I’m destined to rule the celestial realm of Ultima,” she reiterated, her voice steady yet laced with resignation.

“Wait a minute. Who told you all of this?” Xavier asked, his initial skepticism giving way to an ignited intrigue.

“Orla Metairie!” Karen pronounced the name with emphasis. “She’s the Oracle, a divination priestess of Ultima. During what felt like an impending doom scenario—one that may have ended with me in...