Crimson Annihilation Ripple

Outside the White Tower, in an open-air cafe, Aisha was drinking coffee with Ingrid.

They really were just drinking coffee. They were not even chatting. Ingrid had her head lowered over a book, while Aisha had opened the Light Screen and was scrolling through the forums.

Ingrid did not like chatting, so Aisha would not force a conversation on her. When they went out, it was usually like this: they found somewhere to sit for the afternoon, one reading, the other scrolling through the forums, then they had a meal and each went home.

Although Aisha had many friends, and Prophecy arcanists never lacked friends, the only friend who could make her feel relaxed and comfortable even without saying a word was this girl from her hometown who used to follow behind her.

Perhaps it was because, after cultivating the Prophecy School, Aisha would subconsciously read into other people's behavior. Just as Mind Artificers could not trust others, Prophecy arcanists had a similar occupational disease. Only a Swordsmanship Girl like Ingrid, who still had a touch of childish bluntness and straightforwardness, could make Aisha truly lower her guard from the heart.

However, this time, she was not simply meeting Ingrid. In the gaps between scrolling through the forum, she would casually glance toward the Gilded Sky River inside the distant White Tower.

In just a few short months, three layers of city walls had already been built around the White Tower, covered with barriers. Thousands of arcanists had attached miracles to every brick inside. The Fortress Legion, Griffin Company, and Star-Flicking Guard were stationed there long-term—even the Imperial Palace did not receive such lavish treatment.

But Aisha had not given up. As one of the few "Tide-Makers" of the Tide, she and other Prophecy arcanists had each gone into hiding