Fear
The prophet's expression changed abruptly, and he staggered as though he were about to fall.
However, everyone around him had been prepared for this.
Two people stepped out of the crowd and supported the prophet from either side, helping him into a chair so he could lean back against it.
Everyone held their breath and watched the prophet.
Li Jiajia especially.
She had nearly become a prophet herself.
Yet at that moment, the girl felt nothing but relief.
Making me eat hair, fingernails, and blood... I'd rather die!
Good thing I became a chef.
The girl thought with her scalp tingling.
Qin Ran, meanwhile, watched the prophet with great interest.
This was not the first time he had encountered someone like this.
Nikelei, the God of the Earth, and Thorn Lady were both similar beings.
However, those two were clearly far superior to the prophet before him. At the very least, Qin Ran had never seen Nikelei or Thorn Lady need to eat hair, fingernails, and blood in order to make a prophecy.
Both viewed the outcome from a higher vantage point.
Qin Ran did not yet know much about Nikelei.
But Thorn Lady had once drawn him into a river that seemed like "fate."
"One looks down from above."
"The other is..."
"Jumping up to peek over the wall?"
That was Qin Ran's assessment.
The difference between them was obvious at a glance.
The former was incomparably relaxed, able to take in the whole picture with a single look. The latter had to exert every ounce of strength—not only did they need to jump high enough, but the wall could not be too high either.
As a prophet acknowledged by the Shepherds and the various families,
he was clearly capable.
After about a minute, he calmed down. Though