Refusing was impossible, especially since the cycle had truly come full circle.
All that could be said was that in this final three-way dance, everyone was pulling out their own tricks, each trying to shine—
The Harbinger struck first. What looked like a casual move had, without a sound, put the minor piece in check.
The columnist lived by the creed of shocking people to death with his words. With a casual flourish, he brought Judgment Day into the equation, casting a pall over the entire world.
The attending physician remained perfectly composed. Faced with such a complex and delicate situation, he did not blindly follow the rhythm and pick at details. Instead, he continued to hold the center, acting as the true stabilizing pillar.
I do not care what loopholes you have found, nor what you have come here for. The only thing I need to make clear to you is what I am here for—
I am Selvis, healer chosen by fate. Beyond doubt, beyond defiance... Now, please continue with your performance.
That effortless mastery truly befitted a seasoned professional who had immersed himself in the human heart for years.
With a few deft blows and parries, he successfully tossed the pressure back, leaving the Harbinger facing a new test.
"That does seem worth trying."
Fortunately, the latter did not seem to have expected this to be resolved so easily.
After merely exchanging a glance with Selvis, the Harbinger calmly took up the pen again, even smiling as he remarked that the honesty rating today was indeed a little high.
[The Harbinger's assistant, Lester, does not believe in his prophetic abilities.]
Without much hesitation, he truly turned to a fresh page and wrote another sentence.
Assistant Lester?
To Fu Qian, the Harbinger's newly composed masterpiece