Sage sat on the cold stone floor of the Seer’s chamber, his gaze locked on the elder. He had made up his mind, and it would not be swayed by any number of warnings or threats. "I'm ready," Sage said, his voice cutting through like a sharp knife through flesh. “No more lectures. No more warnings.” He stood, his eyes locked with the Seer’s, unflinching. “To be frank, the mystic world is not that scary. I’ll face it all if I have to.” “You’re reckless,” the Seer muttered, leaning forward, his face mere inches from Sage’s. His eyes were cold and piercing, filled with something deeper than anger-it was disappointment. “You think this is about courage or strength, don’t you? You believe that since you are courageous, the mystic world will yield to you.” He snorted, leaning back. “Fools always think that.” “I’m not a fool,” Sage snapped, taking a step forward. His breath was offensive, and his heart drummed against his ribcage. “I’m not running from this. I’ve made my choice.” The Seer’s lip
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