Athena sat upon her silk-draped throne, her luminous gaze serene yet questioning. The scent of incense curled softly through the resort air when the heavy footsteps of the orc guardian echoed in the room.

"I came," he growled with reverence, bowing his head, "because in a couple of years… a fracture in time may lead to a future where darkness rules. If humanity lets their minds be ruled by hatred and greed, the world you love will fall."

Athena’s glow dimmed for a moment. She understood. This was no idle prophecy — this was a call to action.

"I will not let that future come to pass," she replied, her voice soft but unyielding. "If shadow spreads through minds, then I shall become the flame that rekindles hearts. I will sow love across realms, no matter how distant."

The orc nodded. He had seen many things, but in her eyes, he saw hope stronger than fate.