In the Arms of Fate

"It's my fault, isn't it?" I whispered, looking down. "I'm the one who made the Heart Crest."

"No, you were simply a part of their machinations. They've been working on developing the heart crest for hundreds of years, and even if you hadn't perfected it, they would have stumbled upon it eventually."

"Then what hope is there? Even if we stop Alverin, can't they just find another world to experiment on?"

She shook her head. "Perhaps if the entire Divine Council supported it. But they do not. Only the faction of the Sun God seeks such dominion over the realms, and the opposition is rapidly growing. If they cannot complete it before the war starts in earnest, they will likely never have a chance again."

"The war?" I asked.