A deep helplessness appeared on his face, as though he were being tightly gripped by fate's merciless hand.
In the past, what he had found most unbearable was that ability, always inexplicably dragging him into the distant future...
The sensation was like countless buzzing sounds roaring through his mind, nearly throwing his thoughts into a vortex of chaos.
When he discovered that the ability had weakened, he had even felt a trace of secret delight.
But now, the price hidden behind that brief joy was simply far too heavy.
Why had his precognitive ability declined?
Could it be that The Lord of Wisdom had begun trying to lock onto the future again?
Or was the God of Harmony secretly pushing events in the world forward?
Or perhaps...
Had this era produced an Envoy especially effective against the Envoy of the End?
Countless guesses danced through his mind, but none of them had any evidence.
Elio took a deep breath and tried to calm his surging emotions, as if quelling a storm within his heart.
The only thing worth being thankful for was this.
If Tingyun's understanding was true, then all they needed to do was keep applying pressure and strike at their current enemies, without worrying about hurting innocent people by mistake.
Tingyun's memories were real—this bastard was a Destruction lackey moonlighting as the Lord of Conflict's hound. He deserved to die.
Tingyun's memories were fake—this guy was still the Lord of Conflict's lackey, so he still deserved a beating.
His gaze involuntarily slid toward the little green fox, who was clearly petite yet somehow gave off the air of a dejected mature woman. Complex emotions flickered in his eyes.
Forget it. He should focus on settling what was right in front of him first.
For now, that seemed to