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to pay a fair price to keep her chained to him. If he could live without her forgiveness or her love or the warmth of her flesh, she should be able to live without her freedom. He would give her anything that she asked with the exception of her freedom. If she couldn’t be happy by his side then the both of them shall be miserable together. He was even more selfish than he had ever realized and it didn’t bother his already shriveled up conscience one bit.
    “Things could end here,” the Oracle said. “If we leave her in the Realm of The Dead, the prophecy will not come to be. If you go to her —”
    “If you will not help me, I will find someone who will.”
    “The prophecy —” 
    “This world has not meant a thing to me in a long, long time,” he interrupted the Oracle once again. “All I know is that I will not forsake my bride in the Realm of The Dead. Will you lend me your help?”
    The Oracle walked toward him and placed the white queen in the palm of his hand. At contact with his skin, she gasped intensely as though air was being sucked out of her lungs. Her light grey eyes lit up in brilliant silver. She closed her lids over them and once she opened them again, the coloring had returned to normal. She stared intensely into his eyes as she closed his fingers over the white queen.
    “Remember this, Summit. If you love her as much as I think you do, there is hope for Amara yet. If you love her as much as I think you do...”
    Noctis furrowed his brows.
    “Take this with you,” the Oracle instructed. “It will guide you back to the world of the living.”
    “A chess piece?”
    “There is a charm inside it. There is also another charm inside the white knight.” She pointed to the white horse piece lying sideway on the ground. “They were created a pair. One would always guide you to find the other. Do you have a weapon?”
    “I don’t need a weapon,” he said arrogantly.
    “You will not be able to control the time that flows in the Realm of The Dead. Without your power to control time, you are at a disadvantage. It is best if you bring a weapon. Come.”
    The Oracle led him upstairs, down the hall, and into the third bedroom to the left. Aside from the floral bed that had a feminine touch, the rest of the room appeared to be an armory housing all kind of weapons.
    “My daughter, Athena, made a hobby of collecting weapons. After all, she is the namesake of the goddess of war. See anything you like?”
    Noctis had been trained to use wide varieties of weapons at a young age, but he had a special preference for swords. He just hadn’t held a sword in his hand, with the exception of Ragnarök the Destroyer , since he used one to gut his eldest brother. It brought back unpleasant memories. He picked up a plain looking blade within his reach and said, “This one will do.”
    The Oracle seemed disappointed by his careless choice, but she decided not to voice her opinion. “Very well,” she said and then added, “but there are a few things you should know before I send you on your way. In its true form, the Realm of The Dead is a vast barren land. Even if I can open a portal for you, you will not be able to find what you want to find. You must seek Death himself and ask him for passage to his realm. He will refuse you, of course. He will try to persuade you to leave. But do not be intimidated. Even if you are powerless against him, so is he against you. Death has no power over the living. You must provoke him to let you into his world. Wager with him. He will be too prideful to turn you down. Once he allows you passage into his realm, you must quickly find Amara and bring her back to the world of the living. Be careful not to let her eat anything that grows in the Realm of The Dead or she will not be able to leave. Death will try to deter you from leaving with Amara. He may not have power over you, but do not ever forget that you are a guest in his home. His realm is his playground. He has power over