"Roda, are you okay?" I asked, worried as I clung to her from behind, trying not to get flung off the massive wolf's back as it raced through the night.
"I'm fine…" She replied, but the words came out in ragged gasps. Her breathing was shallow, and through the cracks of her half-shattered mask, I could see her expression—strained, pale, and barely holding on.
She didn't look fine at all.
This wasn't just exhaustion. She was weakening fast—too fast. I could feel it. Maybe it was the cost of meddling too much with the fabric of this world. Maybe her powers as a Prophetess were burning through her faster than she could keep up with.
Two Prophetesses in the same world… maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
If she kept pushing herself like this, she'd collapse. Or worse.
"Roda—"
