Yes, it was real. It happened. The prophecy, their Oracle dying, the battle with Ravus, the Chancellor knocking him out. Ignis twirls drink in his glass slowly, eyes narrowed.

"The man from the memory, Ravus, he arrived here," he says slowly. "As well as our King who is, somehow, not dead and twenty years younger than he was." His brain hurts.

"...what would've happened if we stayed there, stuck in those memories?"