A single remnant waited for us at the Heart of Haven. Arantius drifted a few feet off the ground, his arms folded, a solemn look on his face. His expression didn't change when he saw us, but he did touch down, looking us over as we reached the island.
"Arantius? What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised to see him away from the cathedral.
"I've come to bring you a warning, Oracle," he said, glancing at Korra. "Privately."
"I was just going to find Gayron. Maybe that fight's still going on," Korra said, patting my shoulder. "I'll see you later."
She kicked off the ground, tousling my hair in the wind as she flew away. I smoothed a few wandering ribbons behind my ears, my tail twitching nervously.
"What is it?" I asked, clasping my hands together. "Why couldn't you call me through Haven?"
He looked at me for a long time. The swish of my tail grew audible.
"You are a child of Oblivion."
My chest tightened. "W-What? I'm not--"
