Tristan and I exchange a glance, a mixture of anticipation and reverence coloring our expressions as we prepare to receive their wisdom.
"Thank you for joining us," I say, my voice filled with reverence as we bow our heads in acknowledgment of Selene and the Fates.
"You have questions, and we are here to offer guidance," The silver-haired fate says, her voice as gentle as a whispering breeze.
"Speak your minds, and we shall do our best to illuminate the path ahead." The black-haired fate adds, her voice a harmonious blend of past, present, and future.
Tristan clears his throat, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Autumn has been plagued by a vision. It had a darkness, a looming threat that hangs over Mystic Moon and also Walter," he begins, his voice steady despite the weight of his word
