Chapter 829 Threads Of Devotion

• "Annabeth studied Moira with dispassionate calm. "So tell me," she asked, voice barely above a murmur, "does your divination technique still work?" A memory flickered behind her eyes. Moira had warned that every prophecy she uttered devoured a fragment of her youth, shaving years off an already fragile lifespan.
• Now that the woman's face has returned to its true form, has the power already abandoned her?
• "Ms. Yardley, my gift has not vanished, please do not worry," she said quickly, the words tumbling out in nervous haste. "I can still read the weave of fate. The only change is that each session must be shorter, and the intervals between them longer, yet the clarity of my sight remains untouched. Diviners cannot lie. The instant we do, every shred of our ability withers away. I beg you to believe me."