Angel voiced White Bear's dilemma.
"Back then, when you had White Bear give me the thing he treasured most, was it because you saw some kind of vision?" Angel asked.
White Bear also looked at Dodolo with urgent eyes. He had asked Dodolo countless times before, but Dodolo had never offered any explanation.
Under everyone's gaze, Dodolo shook his head. "I did not see any visions. But when I observed the River of Fate, I vaguely foresaw something. Following that revelation, I had White Bear give you the most precious thing on him."
"A revelation? What exactly did it refer to?" Angel asked doubtfully.
"Before, my ability was still unable to part the mist, and I merely had a faint sense of something. But now, I can try to take a look." Dodolo paused and looked at Angel. "Can you temporarily give me the item White Bear treasures?"
Angel glanced at White Bear. Only after the latter nodded did Angel take out the White Bear Plush and place it before Dodolo.
"I will do my utmost to detach the truth," Dodolo solemnly promised Angel. Then, gazing at the White Bear Plush, whose felt had already yellowed somewhat, he slowly extended his hand.
Dodolo's hand did not touch the plush. There was still the distance of a fist between them, yet within that tiny gap, Angel sensed a strange fluctuation.
To the naked eye, it looked as though Dodolo's hand had touched some spatial barrier. A slight stir of his fingertips sent rings of ripples spreading through the air.
And the ordinary White Bear Plush seemed to undergo some unknowable change as well.
"Is this Dodolo's art of prophecy?" Angel watched the scene before him curiously.
On the other side, White Bear's expression was complicated. He was filled with anticipation for