White animal bones crackled softly in the crimson flames.
Thin, elongated lines were carved out by magic. They were the traces revealed when spacetime threads were scorched by Magic Flame, projections left behind in the Three-Dimensional World.
Every line represented a possibility.
What diviners did was examine them and identify the greatest possibility among them.
Xiao Xiao wiped the snowflakes from his lenses, lowered his head again, and continued studying the lines on the animal bones. He tried to rely on the unseen power of fate to find everyone The Road Home.
This was difficult.
Even though he was the finest diviner among his companions, he was still only a first-year student at First University, a diviner of limited skill who had yet to receive his registration certificate.
The only thing he could confirm now was that fate had not been harsh on these young and reckless wizards in this unfamiliar world. The straight, smooth lines on the animal bones were the best proof.
This meant their road home would not suffer any further twists and turns.
The diviner's gaze followed those lines onward. His spirit rose higher and higher amid the dancing flames, peering about from a perspective beyond the threads of dimension, like a groundhog emerging from its burrow, standing upright, and looking around.
He saw the void filled with dazzling patches of color: deep, tranquil blue; blazing, explosive red; grand and majestic gold; shimmering cyan; and more.
Enormous patches of color covered the entire sky, forming a heavy barrier. Different color blocks interlocked like dog teeth, yet remained distinctly separate. What they shared was the terrifying aura they all emitted, making the young diviner's eyes ache in waves.
These should be the traces left on Kela Mountain by those native gods, Xiao Xiao thought, recalling the history