Still… the path I chose now would matter.
It wasn't just about gaining power—it was about direction. Identity.
And so, I had to choose carefully.
Both blessings were, in their own way, a win.
A boon.
A cheat code that would help me tear through the constraints of my current fate—especially the fate I shared with Liyana.
If either could help me break free from that thread, they were worth considering.
Objectively though…
Erebil's blessing—the Blessing of Death—was the better choice for me.
I didn't know why she gave it to me.
It came at the very end of that quiet dinner, after the conversation had shifted into silence and meaning lingered unspoken in the air.
"You can have it little light… so your spark will shine~"
"No! take it out of him now!!! there's no way he'll shine with that wretched authority!"
"Use it well~"
"Heyy!!!!"
There was something in her eyes then… something that told me she had seen more of my path than she let on.
