Sunny reeled from all the information he was receiving.
He had already been exhausted after the battle against the flying armada, the race across the burning city, the confrontation with Mordret… and the rest.
Witnessing Hope in her true form and hearing her inhuman, beautiful voice had almost overloaded his mind. Looking at the Spell through the prism of his new knowledge of sorcery had been another shock.
And this latest revelation…
Sunny groaned.
'What does it all mean?'
Of course, he could not be certain of the validity of his guess. But his intuition told him that he was at least partially right… the appraisal of the challenger's performance did not depend on the greatness of the feats they had achieved, but instead on how far they had strayed from the predestined outcome. How well they had resisted the current of fate.
The Spell wanted humans to strain against the chains of fate… maybe even break them.
