"We're coming.... love, Fatality."
The Oracle remained completely rooted in place, her body rigid as a violent storm of emotions crashed over her.
Her breath hitched sharply. Worry twisted deep in her chest — cold and sharp, like a blade pressed against her heart.
At the same time, a strange, electric excitement surged throughout her entire existence.
She began pacing back and forth across the laboratory floor, her scientist's coat swirling around her legs with every sharp turn.
The soft click of her heels echoed through the room as she muttered to herself, eyes wide and gleaming.
"Now, how… how is this possible? How can someone override my word so easily?"
As the Oracle, she was far more than a simple diviner or someone who could glimpse the future.
In many ways, she was like Layla and Clara, able to uncover truths and even deeper, hidden truths.
But unlike them, her words carried a unique power—they became reality.
