POV: Elijah

The massacre faded. The trial reset. I stood in the Mother Below's shifting void, surrounded by the ghostly echoes of moments I could change.

"Try again," the goddess said, amused. "Perhaps you'll choose better this time."

I studied the scenes floating around me. Maya at different ages, suffering in different ways. Every moment I'd witnessed and done nothing about.

"What if I go earlier?" I asked. "Before the Blackwood brothers. Before everything got so ...