"Do you see it? The second wave of fate has begun."
Also facing the dim star that had suddenly appeared in the sky, an elderly man stood atop the astrological High Tower of Sky City. Clad in an exceedingly plain gray mage robe and sporting a semi-transparent Spiral Beard, he spoke calmly with his eyes closed.
Curiously, the moment his voice left his body, it rapidly faded away and vanished.
"The preparations are complete, Brentz. The mages who accepted the mission have already arrived at the locations you specified. As soon as the Empire experiences the change foretold in the prophecy, our people will be able to rush over and investigate at once!"
A moment later, another voice, bright and cheerful in tone, came from the void. It seemed that some invisible person had heard him and responded.
"Do not let your guard down, Orvanni. An unknown disturbance has appeared in the Web of Fate, and the originally predetermined trajectory has begun to shift. Even with my emergency remedy, I can only pull it back slightly."
Hearing the response from the void, the old man calmly shook his head.
"Furthermore, last time, I distorted and concealed the true Web of Fate, using a Fate Mirror Image to guide them in the wrong direction. This time, they will not be fooled again.
"So, this will be a head-on war. You had better make sure they are mentally prepared."
"Then is the disturbance in the Web of Fate due to your interfering too many times, Brentz?"
The voice in the void asked with a trace of curiosity.
"I do not know. Perhaps."...
Lolan Kingdom, Qatar Great Desert.
At the center of the ruins of an ancient city, the indistinct Prophet Gray Mist likewise raised his head as if sensing something, looking toward