The pattering blood rain soon began to fall, confirming the ancient prophecy.
"Duke, the blood moon is inauspicious. You must not touch it lightly!"
Seeing Hudson step out of the room, Afia hurriedly warned him.
Diviners ranked among the most dangerous professions on the continent.
Not only did cultivation consume enormous resources, but their personal combat strength was pitifully weak, and they also had to endure the backlash of fate.
If they wanted to live long, they had to find a reliable thigh to cling to.
A boss like Hudson, who had supported them for years without assigning a single mission, was not easy to find.
"Don't worry. It's nothing more than lingering resentment left behind by the gods. It's nothing worth mentioning!"
Though he spoke lightly, Hudson still raised a magical barrier as he strolled through the blood rain.
Feeling the resentment within the rain, Hudson knew that something had truly happened to the gods.
What had caused the gods to fall was beyond his knowledge. The only certainty was that the continent was about to descend into chaos.
Those ancient relics whose lifespans were nearing their ends would never give up any opportunity.
Whether the prophesied Path to Divinity was real or false, everyone would risk their lives for it.
Under such circumstances, not only would powerful figures of other races become competitors, but even powerful figures of their own race would be competitors.
"Duke, I've delivered the news, so I'll be leaving first!"
As if she had suddenly remembered something, Afia turned and ran after speaking.
Hudson's mouth twitched at the sight.
By the standards of a Holy Domain expert's lifespan, he was still at the child stage. He felt none of that urgency that came with life-and-death stakes.
Diviners could foresee the future, but Hudson did