The Prophet saw it.
A massive beast rising over the Capitol's walls.
A sign.
All things happened for a reason. The Prophet knew that. He had devoted his entire life to it, and predicting the things that were soon to happen.
But he had not seen this.
Ever since he'd left the marshes, the Prophet no longer got visions. His last had been of Kael Duskborne's arrival.
Now, without them, he felt lost. Unsure. The visions were what made him powerful. What gave him the right to lead his people.
He needed them back. Without those visions, he was nothing. Unimportant. Meaningless.
The realization hit him.
All of his other visions had seemingly been random. But they weren't. Each time, the vision had to come to fruition.
Maybe what he'd seen with Kael, the boy's arrival, was not only about the marshes.
It was about the Capitol.
The beast was still far in the distance, but if the Prophet squinted right, he could see a figure standing on its back.
