The Oracle was quite literally dragged to the Cursebreaker. She had gone completely insane after being killed, tortured, and reset ten thousand times.

"I have successfully discovered the source of my curse," Vakra said.

"Is it her?" I said as I looked at the Oracle.

She wouldn't move anymore.

"No. Her power is part of it, but she isn't the one who cursed me. I'm guessing that it was a higher power. But who could be higher than the Oracle? The Creator, of course."

"So you were cursed by the architect of all of creation? That makes sense. Why would he want you running wild and defying reality like that?"

"Ugh...it pains me to admit it, but you are correct, Mizik... My abilities made a mockery of his creation and I was likely cursed as a result. Meaning that I can never erase this curse."

"So sad to hear. But that's also a good thing for me. I don't think I would trust you if I couldn't contain you," I said.

"Right...and you'd be correct to assume such a thing. But I suppose I should get