amaotonovel Chapter 143 Prophecy
Chapter 143 Prophecy
In a room, two people are staring at each other. One of them is a burly old man whose presence fills the entire room.
"Is that all?" The man's deep voice echoed in the room.
The other was the mentor who was observing the situation in the underground city at the time.
"Yes, Mr. Chairman, that's all. The healer Sylvie's abilities unexpectedly surged, successfully healing the severely injured Morse. Morse's condition is still unclear, and he left the room shortly after being healed. Sylvie seems to have awakened her talent during the treatment."
The dean of the academy was known for his wisdom and competence, and he listened attentively as his mentor recounted what had happened in the treatment room.
The dean stroked his beard, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Morse...it's that kid again."
The dean was very familiar with the name Morse Scott; that kid had been giving him a headache lately.
"Do you know him, Chairman?"
The tutor looked at the dean with curiosity. The dean typically didn't show interest in students with lower rankings, especially those at the bottom.
"I suppose so." The dean's answer was somewhat mysterious, and also revealed a tone of reluctance to explain further.
The tutor understood that the dean didn't want to be pressed about the matter further, so he refocused his attention on the main topic.
"So, what do you suggest we do?" she asked the dean.
“I’m not sure if the others have noticed the change,” the Dean said softly, continuing to stroke his beard. His eyes flickered slightly, as if the surrounding magic was gathering around him.
“But we need to be prepared. Times are changing.” The dean’s gaze drifted into the distance, as if pondering the invisible threads of fate. “And this is the first step in that change. The stars have already begun to turn.”
The mentor looked at the dean but remained silent. Although these words sounded like they came from the mouth of a madman, she knew that the dean had long since transcended the realm of ordinary humans.
After all, he is one of the holders of the "Venerable" position, and the only reason why this academy can operate independently without interference from external forces.
“Even if they haven’t noticed it yet, they will soon realize these changes. That girl needs to understand her destiny.” As these words fell, the room suddenly filled with a large amount of magic.
Boom!
With a gentle tap of the dean's staff, the gathered magic power instantly dissipated.
"The power of the First Lord... many people will covet it."
"The powers of the First Lord?" the instructor couldn't help but ask. "What does 'First Lord' mean?"
"Heh..." The dean chuckled softly when he heard the question. "Now I understand." He turned to face his mentor, a slight smile on his face.
“There are some things you shouldn’t pry into.” His words sounded somewhat arrogant, but the tutor understood what he meant.
"I understand." She nodded and lowered her head. "So, how should we handle this situation?"
“How should we handle this…” The dean’s gaze fell on the documents on the table. Among them was a special document with a picture of Sylvie attached to it.
"He was the catalyst for Sylvie's awakening. Therefore, he may be the key to her path."
The mentor nodded, processing the dean's words. "What do you suggest we do, Chairman?"
“The bond between them is crucial,” the Dean said. “We’ve arranged for Morse and Sylvie to be together. The tides of fate have bound them together. We must ensure they face this changing situation side by side. Their destinies are intertwined, and the future of the college depends on their journey.”
The Dean rose from his seat, his expression becoming urgent. “Prepare for the convergence. Other [Venerable Ones] may already be making their moves. Our actions must be cautious yet decisive. An era of change has arrived; we will ride this wave and ensure the Academy's survival.”
The room fell silent again after these words, and the tutor prepared to leave.
"Understood, Father."
After saying those last words, she disappeared.
......
In the dimly lit room, shrouded in shadow, a man sat on an ancient and sinister throne.
His eyes were dark and indifferent, conveying a sense of boredom, yet they also shimmered with a subtle and intense aura of darkness.
Crack!
The crackling of the torches made the room seem ancient and eerie.
As the air in the room grew increasingly ominous, a figure emerged from the shadows behind the throne. Shrouded in mysterious darkness, their faces indistinct, the figure approached the man seated on the throne with an air of awe.
“It has appeared,” the masked figure whispered, his tone tinged with an ominous premonition. From his hand, several tentacles wriggled, revealing a small sphere made of glass.
"The prophecy we have been waiting for has begun to unfold."
The man on the throne shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing with interest.
"Sooner than we anticipated." His words echoed in the room, his gaze fixed on the small ball. "This shouldn't have happened."
His eyes were as black as ink, with a distant gaze that seemed to penetrate the castle he lived in and see into the outside world.
The masked figure nodded. "The threads of fate have untied earlier than anticipated. The Saintess's awakening should have taken longer, and we were prepared for that. But this will change everything."
As the masked figure spoke, he waved his hand, creating several silhouettes. One held a bow and arrow, another a longsword. One held a hammer and shield, while another spewed flames from his staff.
Behind them, a small figure knelt on the ground, making a gesture of prayer.
"..." The man on the throne did not answer; he stood up. His eyes gazed at the sky, narrowing.
Turning to the small silhouettes, his gaze locked onto the black silhouette at the foremost point, holding a long spear.
"Some things... are different now."
He murmured to himself, a hint of wariness in his voice, "Something that shouldn't exist... has appeared."
As if he could foresee the future, his body trembled involuntarily, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
Tick tock!
He touched the small ball with his long claws. As he moved, magic flowed steadily into the ball, gathering at its core.
As the magic flowed from the man's head into the sphere, his form began to change; sharp horns gradually grew from his head, and his skin turned as pale as paper.
His original human form gradually faded, revealing his true form. A pair of horns grew on his head, and a pair of huge wings suddenly unfolded from his back.
The sphere slowly rotated in the masked figure's hand, and the scene inside unfolded once more.
Six distinct figures appeared one by one, each holding a weapon symbolizing their identity. One wielded a longsword, another a longbow, a third a staff held aloft, and a fourth a shield and hammer. The fifth figure clasped his hands in prayer, while the one at the very front was the silhouette holding a spear.
"Everything... is still the same as before." The masked figure muttered to himself, his tone carrying a complex emotion.
The man on the throne gazed at the familiar scene, his eyes slightly narrowed. This was a prophecy they had witnessed many years ago: the scene of the saintess and her guardians facing a vast army.
"and many more……"
However, as the scene unfolded, an unexpected change disrupted the original trajectory. A mysterious cloud of smoke suddenly enveloped the sphere, obscuring the six figures in a hazy mist. Behind them, a new silhouette quietly emerged. This figure was completely different from the others, its movements exuding an elusive and eerie quality.
"what?"
The man's eyes widened suddenly, surprise and unease mingling on his face. The unexpected turn of events in the prophecy awakened a long-dormant feeling deep within him, as if something long dormant was stirring.
“My intuition… is warning me,” he said in a low voice, a hint of chilling killing intent in his tone.
As the supreme being, he had not experienced this feeling of unease for a long time.
“Something… changed the course of fate.” His voice was low and cold, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
However, maintaining the sphere consumed a tremendous amount of magical power, even he found it difficult.
Tick tock!
Blood dripped from the man's nose. The power to manipulate fate and time has its limits, which even the most advanced beings cannot escape.
"..."
The image inside the sphere changed again.
The moon and sun intertwined in the sky, casting an eerie darkness over the world. Within this black curtain, the newly appeared silhouette emitted a faint light, as if ignited by the interplay of celestial bodies.
The man sensed the symbolic meaning within this interwoven universe and murmured, "The descendants of the moon... one of them still exists." His words carried the weight of time and a hint of barely perceptible worry.
The masked figure behind him asked in surprise, "Descendants of the Moon?"
A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes, as if he were calculating something. "They should never have existed in this world. I personally erased their existence and severed their fate."
This discovery puzzled him; a hint of uncertainty shattered his usual composure. The existence of the descendants of the moon…
“An anomaly,” he murmured, his tone filled with deep vigilance.
This posed a threat to his meticulously planned scheme...
"The agreement is not yet finalized..." he said as he slowly walked back to the throne, "to find that child of the moon."
His command echoed within the castle, but somewhere in the world, a creature that pierces humans with its claws received the order.
"Hehehe... It's been a long time..." The figure laughed eerily in the pitch-black night.
"It was six years ago...that girl...she was delicious..."