Chapter 730: The Words Time Forgot
*Yes, Oculum was right. The prophecy your generation knows is... what do you call it? Watered down?*
Orion huffed a laugh, the sound low and dry in the quiet room. "If that's the term you're going for."
*Well... the prophecy your generation knows is watered down. There are parts missing. Important parts. Parts that would have changed everything if they had been told correctly.*
"Tell me the detailed version you know then," Orion told him, settling deeper into the chair.
The wolf was silent for a long moment, as if gathering words that had not been spoken aloud in centuries. When he finally spoke, his voice in Orion's mind was different—slower, more deliberate, as though he was reciting something sacred.
*For magic was meant to be beautiful.
For the world was meant to rejoice and bask within its warmth.
To strengthen the beasts of the earth.
To enrich the lands beneath the moon.
To bind hearts together and forge unbreakable bonds.
