William stared blankly at the chaotic mess of patterns, on the verge of tears!
"I... I'm only a rookie who's just gotten started in mysticism..."
He forcibly held back the tears about to spill, staring fixedly at those stains as he used meditation to calm himself and stir the inspiration hidden within.
At last, William's inspiration was faintly touched, and he saw a darkness so dense it could not be dissolved.
"I saw... darkness!"
he murmured in a bewildered tone.
"What you saw was your future... It means you'll recently encounter a threat of death... That's a fact anyone could know without divination—even an idiot could see it... What about something more specific? The time and place of death?"
Aaron curled his lip.
"I..."
William could only trace back through his inspiration once more. Before his eyes, the surroundings of the bar suddenly turned dim, while only the coffee stains on the plate gleamed with an eerie light.
The lights shifted and flowed, bringing all manner of hazy images.
He wanted to seize those visions, only to find that he could not see them clearly at all.
In the end, tears streamed from William's eyes as he muttered, "I saw a mystic symbol representing 'week'..."
"Limiting the time to within a week? Still an idiot!"
Aaron commented.
What he had seen in the divination was William lying in a pool of blood in a dim alley three nights later, the light slowly fading from his eyes.
Beside the corpse stood a gentleman in a white suit and a mask.
"Boss, what... what should I do? I'm going to face death within a week?"
William let out a miserable cry.
"Aren't you still alive? Looks like you haven't gone far enough down the path of the 'Tower'... I did the hardest