"Damn, I remember now!"
The man's pupils sharply contracted.
"You're that outlander. You've been discharged!"
"Wait, what do you mean discharged?" Yan Huan frowned. "Can't you say something nice, dude?"
"Anyway, your injuries have recovered, right?" The man crossed his arms.
"I advise you not to get too close to the Chrysos Heirs."
"Mortals are the foundation of Amphoreus, and those Chrysos Heirs are swindlers who fabricate fake prophecies."
"Oh?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow. "What are they swindling people out of?"
"Prophecies, of course," the man explained.
"In reality, there's no such thing at all."
"What Journey of the Spark, what retrieving the Core Flame—who can prove the Titans actually said any of that?"
"After dragging us along with them all this time, hasn't the environment in Amphoreus just gotten worse and worse? There's no sign of the Black Tide receding at all."
"Isn't this so-called prophecy just a tool for the Chrysos Heirs to seize political power?!"
Yan Huan blinked, silently looking toward Feng Jin at his side.
At that moment, Feng Jin appeared somewhat constrained.
In truth, within Okhema, the only Chrysos Heir with real power was Aglaea.
To fulfill the prophecy, she naturally stepped up as the supreme leader of the holy city.
Just like assigning bathhouses to Nameless, or setting up thatched sheds for stray dogs, the moment Aglaea spoke, she could immediately mobilize resources.
Having spent this much time together, Yan Huan felt that even if there were issues with the prophecy, these Chrysos Heirs were definitely fine.
They were genuinely acting to save Amphoreus.
"I don't really get prophecies and stuff. After all, the gods of Amphoreus are like paper dolls to me..."
Yan Huan scratched his head.
"But I trust these Chrysos Heirs. If they had any selfish motives, they wouldn't have