Chapter 3514: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Eighty-Third Echo: The Oracle’s Burden

To be the First Oracle was not a gift, but a burden. Cassandra’s mind, once her own, was now a canvas for a thousand possible futures. She saw worlds born and worlds die in the space of a single thought. She saw the characters she knew and loved take a thousand different paths, some leading to triumph, some to tragedy.

But with each vision, she felt a piece of herself slip away, replaced by the cold, hard certainty of what was to come. She was a Cassandra in a world that had not yet learned to doubt.

The First Oracle was a paradox: a being who could see all of time, yet was trapped in a single, unchangeable moment. Her burden was not just to see the future, but to live with the knowledge that it could not be altered.

The weight of this knowledge pressed down on her, a physical force that threatened to crush her. But she held on, for she knew that even in a world of predetermined futures, there was still a story to be told. And she, the First Oracle, was its first and most tragic character.