There was a peculiar power in the voice of the Goddess of Fate, one that made people unconsciously follow the course of her thoughts.
However, once all the thoughts hidden in the dark had been brought into the open, the malice bred in shadowy, damp places was invisibly dispelled.
As the saying went, under fierce sunlight, everything revealed itself.
The prophets regained their clarity and no longer harbored greedy thoughts. The voice of Verdandi, the Goddess of Fate, suddenly vanished without a trace.
That "doll of the Goddess of Fate" suddenly fell silent as well.
Before Professor Medea and the others examining the doll could react, the light in its eyes suddenly disappeared.
In an instant, it seemed to have become nothing more than a rag doll.
Professor Medea froze, then hurriedly inspected it. After a long while, she said helplessly, "It's dead."
"Dead?" The master of the Star Tower frowned sharply.
The surrounding prophets also fell silent, exchanging looks. Grinton, the Sage of Stars, immediately stepped forward. Specks of starlight gathered at his fingertips as he poked at the doll's brow.
But the starlight seeped in and emerged again, with no change whatsoever. Grinton cursed inwardly and stepped back.
"Could it be that the Goddess of Fate saw that things could not be salvaged and simply abandoned her doll?"
The prophets speculated inwardly, each of them instinctively beginning to calculate the future.
The more sensitive ones, however, had their faces darken in an instant. "This is bad. This is bad."
Dark merely turned his head and saw Grandma Maggie staring at her fingers, muttering endlessly. An ominous premonition could not help but arise in his heart.
Could it be...
He looked back at the rag doll and suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost a bit of his