He gave the answer.
The divine seat of his race was vacant.
As long as he absorbed enough "light," he could evolve. As for which pillar god he would evolve into, that depended on what kind of "light" he absorbed... However, at this rate of absorption, it would likely take at least several decades to meet his needs.
Hearing this, Roy let out a sigh of relief.
As long as the path upward had not been cut off, it was fine.
A long road was not frightening. What was frightening was having no road at all.
Perhaps the opportunity for his rapid evolution lay in the land known as "Alola."
Calyrex suddenly gave him this meaningful hint.
Roy was someone outside fate.
Calyrex could not see through his future.
Yet from the futures of others, he could glimpse Roy's shadow from the side.
From Cosmog, Calyrex saw the near future.
He and Roy stood together at the boundary between the sun and moon, only to be completely swallowed by an enormous shadow.
Anything more specific was impossible to see.
The more deeply a being was entangled with Roy, the further it strayed from fate.
Without Roy's intervention, this Cosmog should have remained in the hands of the Illuminati, subjected to all kinds of experiments. It could never have spent every day eating, drinking, and living so carefree...
In the near future, you will face a tremendous trial. Be cautious...
"A tremendous trial?" Roy asked alertly. "When exactly is 'the near future'?"
Foresight is not omnipotent. I have already told you everything I can.
Calyrex suddenly showed a weary expression and bid him farewell.
Tailwind.
Watching Roy and Dragonite disappear into the sky, Calyrex could no longer conceal his immense exhaustion. He collapsed weakly onto the throne, breathing rapidly.
"Neigh—!"
Glastrier