Ominous Vision

"Lapuye, you mean..." Shura looked at Lapuye in confusion.

"What the Crownstar meant was that he might have seen something in the star chart. His level was too low to sustain it, so he vomited blood." The speaker was a young man with a somewhat frivolous expression and a rather careless tone.

"How is that possible?" Shura frowned.

"Nothing is impossible. Mystery of the Starry Sky itself is an item that requires inspiration. Perhaps someone happened to catch a glimmer of insight?" After a pause, he continued in that flippant tone, "Shura, I once heard a saying: Those who cannot hear the music always think the dancers are mad. Tell me, am I right?"

Shura's expression instantly darkened. He closed the book in his hand and shot him a sidelong glance. "Ivan, are you mocking me?"

"Mocking you? I wouldn't dare." Ivan smiled frivolously. His words seemed to concede defeat, yet his brows and eyes carried provocation.

Ivan and Shura's clash of needle against awl left the other prophecy wizards present looking at one another.

They had clearly been discussing the young man who had vomited blood. How had the two Observers started tripping each other up instead?

Seeing the atmosphere turn taut as drawn swords, Lapuye, who had been studying the young man who had vomited blood, finally spoke again. "Whether it was backlash or whether he gained something, wouldn't we know by simply asking him?"

Lapuye was, after all, the strongest of Crownstar Cathedral. Since he had spoken, Ivan and Shura could only temporarily lower their banners and cease their drums.

In an instant, everyone's attention returned to the young man.

Under Maya's treatment, the young man had visibly improved. However, his eyes were somewhat lost, as though he were immersed in his own memories, completely unaware of