The giant prophet sat cross-legged at the palace entrance. His smooth head made him look like a Buddha statue, and his expression was tranquil, detached from the world.
Anyone accustomed to the rugged giants who wore nothing but loincloths would surely be surprised upon seeing this prophet.
The prophet was also listening to Black Spider tell her story.
In fact, like the other giants, he had grown up listening to that mythologized prophecy.
As a child, he had imagined and longed for the friend from the prophecy again and again. What kind of person would that friend be? How powerful would they have to be to lead the giants in changing this world?
It was something three generations of prophets had been unable to accomplish.
But after hearing Qing Chen's story, the giant prophet suddenly had even greater expectations... So the friend from the prophecy really was extraordinary, just as his grandfather had hoped before his death.
Could that friend lead the giants out of the Forbidden Forest, just as he had led more than nine hundred intelligence personnel out of A02 Base?
At that very moment, the young prophet felt something stir within him.
Perhaps Black Spider's story had moved him, making his vision of the future clearer.
He closed his eyes and saw a lean yet explosively powerful young man soar into the sky, illuminating the entire firmament with dazzling brilliance.
An explosion. A rending tear.
It was power enough to shake the world.
The young prophet opened his eyes in surprise.
Never mind what that sudden vision meant. What surprised him was that merely listening to a story had elevated his ability to another level.
The First Generation prophet had divided the ability to foresee the future into three levels.
The first level was Insight.
The second