With countless human settlements as dividing lines, the more Professionals there were and the more prosperous an area was, the denser its Starlight became.
As he gazed at the land blanketed in Starlight, Anvis suddenly had a feeling. It was as if he stood before an incomparably vast chessboard, where everything within sight beneath his feet was nothing more than tiny pieces he could manipulate at will.
Or as if he faced an incomparably vast stage, where everything else was merely supporting cast and extras, existing only to accentuate his brilliance.
Of course, the feeling came quickly and faded just as quickly.
When he considered his current strength, then thought of the enemies he faced, his heart immediately filled with humility and restraint.
Even if this world truly was the chessboard of some existence, trapped beneath the Ceiling Wall as he was, he could at most count as one of the pieces on the board—not even the protagonist of this moment.
Shaking his head, Anvis turned to look into the distance.
On the distant horizon, at the same altitude as him, more than a dozen bright stars like Silver Moons surrounded a central main star like a Shining Sun, seemingly carrying out some sort of Secret Art Ritual.
At the same time, in Anvis's observations, many Ninth Ranks were already rushing there in haste, preparing to nip it in the bud.
Judging by their numbers, it was likely not merely the Ninth Rank forces of the Federation's many diviners. The Two Great Empires elsewhere on the continent had also noticed the dramatic changes in the Web of Fate and had begun secretly dispatching Ninth Rank teams into the Federation, preparing to intervene when the opportunity arose.
At this moment, that mysterious diviner's degree of interference with the Web of Fate