That was all Iskaleth needed to say.
Sylas' thoughts collapsed inward so quickly that the answer flashed into existence. The pieces had already been there, scattered between everything he had learned about Dead Will. The persistence of myths, the strange border between Will and Karma, and the way belief could continue accumulating long after the origin of something had vanished.
The instant Iskaleth called Fate Dragons an attempt to forge true Dragons, those pieces slammed together.
"Karma."
Iskaleth's eyes widened.
Her heart trembled hard enough that Sylas could feel the change in her Will without even trying. She had been certain he had never heard of this concept before, and she had every reason to be.
