Your avian eyes peer deep into Elanna's. In your mind's eye, you catch glimpses of her fate, woven through a miasma of time and space. You watch as a dagger flies from her hand, stabbing toward your heart. You see the young King, lying in a pool of blood. With a shiver, your senses leap to another skein of reality. The same dagger rockets toward you again. No matter where you search, all paths lead to the same moment. A flying dagger, the boy King, blood pooling beneath his corpse. And Verum, burning in ruin.

Waking from your vision, you see Elanna's once demure countenance now red with rage. The veil of a noble woman lifted at last. Informed by your premonition, you dodge her attack before the dagger has hardly left her hand. As the weapon flies past, your taloned claw clutches her by the throat and slams her body to the ground.