Su Shijun stood at the edge of the tallest tower in the outer fortress, gazing into the depths of the Night Veil.
As an Archwizard, even if she was not skilled in divination, she could easily catch glimpses of scenes related to herself within the River of Time. But affected by the Timeline's preemptive battle, the workings of fate throughout the Black Prison World had become chaotic, causes and effects tangled together. Whenever Su Shijun divined the future, all she saw was mist, and she could scarcely calculate any result.
Even when she occasionally caught one or two clear images, the witch did not dare believe them easily—perhaps only Merlin knew whether those images were Confundus Charms cast by the Arch Liches of the opposing camp.
This was not the only thing troubling the witch.
Ever since she received her orders, left the lounge, and arrived at the tallest tower of the outer fortress, the wizards in that three-tiered eaved tower seemed to have forgotten about the Senior Councilors of the Under the Moon Council.
No further orders had arrived.
Like the several deans in the main fortress and the Vice Principals in the inner fortress, the five Senior Councilors of the Under the Moon Council had remained silent spectators from beginning to end.
They watched as, beyond the outer fortress, the Nine Archwizards clashed from afar with imprisoned Great Demons such as Behemoth and Sujade, while hundreds of hunting teams swept through the Hell Equation, occasionally destroying an Eye of Sauron.
They watched Leviathan's tentacles tear open the sky and usher in a tide of parasitic worm monsters, squeezing its ugly, fathead-fish-like head through as well, while they listened to its grating roars.
They watched the boundless darkness deeper within the Night Veil.
Though her divination had been restricted,