They threw me into a beast world and called me their Oracle. They gave me fire. They gave me worship. They gave me a sacrifice. He was chained in the dark. Silent. Starved. Broken. The last serpentkin—the cursed one they had spent ten years trying to kill. He didn't speak to me. He didn't look at me. He didn't even breathe. Until I smiled. Now he watches me like I am the only thing in the world worth seeing. Now he flinches when I touch him. Now he says my name like it is a prayer. They want me to witness his death. But I am a healer. And he is not a monster. He is mine.