He examined her closely and found that the humanoid figure sleeping in the forest seemed to be a woman.
Her body was gently entwined by roots and vines, as though she were sleeping within a womb.
Her features could not be seen clearly, yet he could sense an ancient and pure aura from her.
It was completely different from the weathered, decaying feeling of the Green Prophet.
The power within her felt more like newly born strength that had been sealed away.
"The Green Prophet's final gift... the Watcher's legacy?"
Zong Shen murmured to himself, recalling the Green Prophet's words before he faded away:
"She will tell you more about the locations of Ruins left behind by the ancients... about all kinds of clues scattered in the dust of history for fighting the darkness, including several other places that may hold keys capable of changing fate..."
This was undoubtedly a generous gift.
The Green Prophet had watched over countless ages. The information he had perceived through the weirwood network and the dream dimension was as vast as the sea.
It included ancient Ruins, clues to fighting the darkness, and the possible locations of various Fate Components.
Its value was impossible to measure.
This sleeping woman was the vessel for all that information.
Yet the Green Prophet's warning weighed even more heavily on his heart.
"The true enemy has never revealed itself... it is waiting."
"Waiting until all the pieces are in place... waiting for the final feast to begin... Do not believe... in any predetermined fate. It may also be called the Third Act!"
The Third Act.
That was the deepest nightmare in Chen Rui's memories after his rebirth—a catastrophe that would sweep away everything, only appearing ten years after the lords descended.
The Green Prophet had directly linked it