"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Kroya frowned. "You're awfully eager for us to fight Legends together, Mr. Ivy."
He had nothing against teaching the Church of Light a lesson, nor did he mind teaming up with his friends to fight Legends, treating it like a boss raid. But that didn't mean he would let someone coerce him.
Why mention it now instead of earlier? Had Ivy deliberately waited?
Ivy said unhurriedly, "This is a prophecy, Mr. Mage. I have spent a very, very long time in the Gray Sand Desert. I have become one with this place and can foresee approaching disasters."
Prophecy? You can prophesy, too?
Skeptical, Kroya glanced at Miya, seeking confirmation.
Miya nodded. "What Ivy said is true. This is a prophecy. Powerful magic plants like Ivy possess formidable prophetic abilities that help them avoid disasters."
Hearing Miya say so, Kroya accepted the explanation.
"In that case..." He looked at his friends. "Shall we try hunting down two Legends?"
"Opportunities like this don't come often!"
He was actually quite eager. Even aside from saving Gray Sand City, he wanted to teach the Church of Light a lesson.
Everyone here was close to him. None of them would complain that his apprentice was the one facing disaster, so why should they have to solve it?
Besides, the very words "hunting down Legends" were enough to set their blood racing.
Killing two Legends would certainly benefit their future development.
For a moment, they were all tempted.
They were young. Who didn't have a few fiery years in them?
Mifein agreed first. "This all started because of me. I'm definitely taking part."
"But our strength... What help can Mr. Ivy offer us?"
That was what everyone present cared about most.
Aistena had only just reached the fourth level, and