Her name was Elthea.
A mage. Or something close to it.
She believed him.
Not because he convinced her but because she saw something wrong clinging to his soul.
A temporal scar, she explained. "Every time you die, it deepens.
Kael clenched his fists. Can you stop it?"
She hesitated.
I can help you survive, she said. But if you keep dying
Her voice dropped.
You won't stay human forever.
The whispering started again closer this time.
Kael stood.
Then teach me," he said. "Even if it hurts.
Elthea smiled faintly.
That's the problem, she replied.
It always hurts.