(Fate's String was Toran; I went back and corrected it in the previous chapters.)
(I am guilty. I got absorbed in games yesterday and did not check properly.)
Other people's expectations were filled with pain and torment.
Those skilled in prophecy were like this. They could foresee such futures sooner than others.
But precisely because of that, they became miserable—because the future... had no future.
Seeing a tragic ending yet having no solution was what truly hurt.
Huo Ling looked at Toran, gradually raising his guard.
Just as he had said, in the future, everything could be corrupted by Chaos—even the earth, city walls, towers, weapons, and armor could sprout flesh and blood, becoming creations of Chaos.
Others could be corrupted. Sunstar could as well.
And Toran had a high chance of being corrupted too, because he prophesied so frequently. At times, he even faced Chaos directly, enduring far more trials than anyone else.
Yet even with those concerns, Huo Ling did not show them.
Everyone present felt oppressed by the future Toran had described.
Seeing this, Huo Ling coughed, drawing everyone's attention.
He continued, "Since the best method we know of right now is to establish a defensive line in Avernus and stop the Chaos Sea from rising..."
"Why don't we begin building that line now?"
"We can construct the defensive line while contacting other powerful beings and gods, seeking a better solution."
"We must grasp both hands, and both hands must be firm."
"We can use Avernus to hold out longer, then use that time to seek and test other methods. Wouldn't that be better?"
Huo Ling's proposal won the approval of the others.
Dimensional Lord Welles agreed. "This is a feasible plan. Since we have no better method for now, then let us use the method that