654. Oracle (Seeking Subscription)

Conceptual death, misfortune... much like the spirit world, it counted as a relatively safe ritual target.

Of course, if there was an extremely powerful deity holding authority within that domain, it could still exert influence through it.

As he chanted, Sean's gaze gradually grew unfocused.

Then, he saw scene after scene.

In a certain city, crowds driven mad slaughtered and bit one another like beasts.

Outside a farmstead, panicked captives were tied to sacrificial pillars, their eyeballs gouged out while they were still alive.

He saw himself in a compartment, looking at a telegram. The words Konodel City flowed with a blood-like hue.

"These events... may have happened in the past, may be happening now, or may happen in the future... Does every scene represent a ritual suitable for the advancement of the [Emperor of Doom]? Isn't that far too many?"

At that moment, even Sean, a man plagued by misfortune, was startled by the result.

"Wait... the result of a revelation may contain errors, or it may be muddled... It may not necessarily be true. Perhaps these three clues all ultimately point to the same event..."

Sean interpreted it according to his own Occult Lore.

His left thumb rubbed against his chin as he silently let out a breath. "I originally wanted to take on this mission after advancing. It seems... I still need to make a trip to Konodel City first."

Having made his decision, Sean prepared to put away his divination tools and pack up those lovely gold and silver artifacts.

Just then, his intuition sensed that something was wrong.

At some point, a streak of clear moonlight had already pierced through the curtains and entered the room.

Under that bright moonlight, large patches of rust suddenly appeared on the walls. The curtains became tattered,