Chapter 1285 Ananke

Chapter 1285 Ananke

"Ananke greets the Children of Weaver..."

The word hung in the air. Sunny and Nephis glanced at each other warily, both confused by this strange situation. Why was the old woman prostrating in front of them? Why had she addressed them as children of Weaver?

'What is going on?'

Sunny was tired out of his mind, and the inexplicable nature of the strange old woman was simply too much for him to process. VIsit n0(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

She didn't seem hostile, at least.

With a sigh, he allowed his exhausted body to collapse and sat down on the wooden deck of the ketch. Nephis, meanwhile, hesitated for a few moments, then took several steps forward and carefully pulled the old woman up. "Please rise, Grandmother. Do not bow on our account."

responsible for the great calamity that had befallen Earth... or maybe for its salvation. Regardless, Old Ananke seemed to have a deep connection to Weaver and the The owner of the ketch — Ananke — allowed herself to be gently pulled into a sitting position. Then, Nephis returned to Sunny and sat side by side with him. The two of them were now facing the old woman, waiting for her to say something. But she remained silent.

After a few moments passed, Sunny frowned. He felt nervous... there was no telling just how powerful this woman was, and what her intentions were. Ananke was a complete mystery. ...She could also provide answers to many mysteries that had plagued him.

So, he asked:

"I am sorry, Grandmother... but why did you call us the Children of Weaver?"

Nephis remained silent for a few moments, then remarked evenly:

"...You don't seem to be surprised by the fact that we come from the future."

Sunny forced himself to focus. It was a very poignant question, and one that he had failed to think of himself, distracted by the avalanche of revelations. The old woman slowly nodded, her breath ragged. It seemed that it was hard for her to speak for so long, but she still forced herself to answer:

"Of course, I am not surprised. Haven't you come from upstream, my Lord and Lady?"

Nephis and Sunny glanced at each other. They had indeed. The natives of the Great River, which flowed from the future into the past, would have had a different perception of time. For them, people from the future might not seem that strange. Ananke took a breath, then added tiredly:

"Oh, but I was also warned that you would come."

'Huh?'

That was perhaps the most shocking revelation yet. After a moment of silence, Sunny raised an eyebrow while hiding how shaken he truly was. "...Warned? How?"

The old woman nodded again, her unbound white hair moving in the wind. "I received a message... in my dreams. A message that the Children of Weaver would come. And that..."

She paused for a few moments, catching her breath, then finished fervently:

"...And that I must help them reach Fallen Grace, where Dusk, the last of the sybils, reigns."