Jerome Bennett shouted excitedly, "It's heaven—I saw heaven! Snow-white feathers drifted down from the sky, the ground was carpeted in velvet, angels descended from above, and God smiled from behind them... There's no mistake. That was heaven!"
Everyone around him turned to look.
Jerome Bennett had a fairly good reputation in the prophecy circle. He was an exceptionally plainspoken and steady man. He gave every commission his all, which was why his standing was so high.
Yet even he had displayed such madness. Just what kind of "heaven" had he seen? And how much had he left undescribed?
What exactly had Jerome Bennett seen? Why was he so certain that it was heaven?
If even Jerome could see it, could they see it as well? The Prophets exchanged glances. Alongside the pressure they felt, there was even more Greed and Covet.
More and more Prophets gradually entered divination states. Even among the audience below the stage, some had begun to divine.
Night of Prophecy was gradually heading toward an unforeseeable... No, that wasn't right. Perhaps this had been the true reason Edgar Swift had chosen to hold Night of Prophecy tonight.
He had already caught traces of the gods' revival. His guidance of Principal Arte toward Mount of Gods was proof enough.
He had convened Night of Prophecy to use the power of the stars to enhance the Prophets' divination abilities.
By having many people divine at once, he could increase the chances of obtaining information about the gods. Before learning the truth of the Heavenly Court, these were all arrangements he could have made.
And even after Edgar Swift had learned some new information, Night of Prophecy had already been announced to the public. Even to preserve the authority of Star Tower, it could not be changed. Thus, Edgar