The prophecy was fulfilled.

It hadn’t been many days since the outburst in Meropide, and soon it was happening again. It wore down Neuvillette a lot using his powers to save his people. Well. Here he was again. Staring at the seal that was supposed to hold it. Cracking in front of him. He glanced back at Wriothesley and he had been silent for a little.

“You should run Wriothesley, I’m afraid all I can do is hold the water back for a short time.”

he said quietly. He wasn’t ready.