Kael's eyelids trembled before they slowly lifted, revealing a gaze that no longer held confusion but a cold, dawning clarity that seemed to pierce through everything in front of him.
His breath was uneven, yet when he spoke, his voice came out low and steady, carrying a strange weight that spread across the battlefield.
"Now I understand," he murmured, and although he did not raise his voice, every being present felt the shift in his tone.
A faint pause followed before his lips moved again, his expression tightening as realization settled deep within him.
"We were wrong… completely wrong."
His eyes drifted, not focusing on any single figure but rather on something beyond them, as if he was finally seeing the threads that had always been there yet remained hidden.
"From the very beginning, we were never in control, because every step we took, every choice we believed was ours, was nothing more than a dance within the palm of your hands."
