Preparation

People around me in danger?

Watching the words change, Anvis narrowed his eyes slightly.

Anyone capable of interfering with the results of his prophecy was likely no ordinary force. Moreover, after only two such vague divinations, his Fate Feedback had consumed nearly a thousand units!

Though this had little impact on his current total of over a hundred thousand units of Fate's Favor, it only made Anvis more curious about the other party's origins.

Although he already had some suspicions, Anvis picked up his pen again out of caution and swiftly wrote a new word on the paper.

Friend.

After a while, the silver words remained unchanged.

"...So it isn't that, after all?"

Sighing inwardly, Anvis did not hesitate any longer and finally wrote that word.

Family.

But this time, an unexpected change occurred in the prophecy Ritual.

After he lifted his pen, the silver words on the paper instantly turned an almost bewitching phantom violet. Then, the color gradually deepened until it became a nearly dark green.

The Moonlight Mercury strokes, originally liquid, had now been "ignited" by some invisible blaze. They writhed madly across the Dragon Skin Paper, leaving behind scorched marks that gave off a foul stench.

Anvis seemed able to sense that, beyond the infinitely distant starry sky, some Great Existence of unknown form was casting a peering gaze here through those words.

But at that moment, Pamir Academy's Mystic Lock seemed to receive some kind of stimulus. Its shielding strength surged dramatically, temporarily blocking that gaze outside.

At the same time, the Old Days Secret Scripture on Anvis's person, which had shown no movement until now, suddenly lit up. Its pages flew open and greedily absorbed the word burning with dark green flames from the Dragon Skin Paper onto its pages.

As the characters vanished,