——Brother. You once said that the weak can only ever obey the strong.
——I killed the strong. You were wrong. The weak can also kill the strong. I have surpassed you.
The Sublimator who could travel through space-time silently walked in the darkness. He closed his eyes, letting the darkness become purer and more blurred.
——Brother. I met someone like you, someone who wants to ’change the world’. He too, from a position of weakness, defeated the ’strong’.
——I was amazed by that incredible possibility and wanted to invest in him to see what kind of spark his future potential could ignite...
"Who does he think he is? A Fae who has just advanced to the Third Energy Level, actually daring to invite an Elven Speaker?"
Opening his eyes, Yafada muttered in a low growl, almost through gritted teeth: "Such arrogance, so high and mighty, that confidence is as if I am bound to agree with him—what on earth gives him that confidence?"
So questioning himself, yet the Elven Speaker’s lips involuntarily curled into a strange arc: "Ah, it’s really a simple question, he’s a Prophet... even Inega II is not a Prophet, even the First Knight is not a Prophet—never has there been such a powerful, such a wanton Prophet."
"It makes me so full of anger, but still, I can’t help but look forward to it..."
"Is this... a Prophet?"
With a laugh, Yafada’s figure vanished into the light.
Upper City District, high platform.
[Aina, what do you think of the Prophet who has hidden his identity until now]
Imperial Grandson Aina Sertar half-knelt before a glowing humanoid form.
He listened to his grandfather, also the Imperial Emperor, Protector Axel’s faint inquiry, pondered seriously for a long time, and then raised his head: "Your Majesty, I believe this is a fortune for The Empire."
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"Your Majesty, the Empire perhaps truly no longer needs a First Knight and The Unyielding Fortress to steal the limelight; with a great war ahead, it cannot withstand the fierce ideological changes of the Former Emperor’s era."
The Imperial Grandson expressed his thoughts candidly, although nervous, yet with not a hint of hesitation: "But the Empire absolutely needs a Prophet now, needs Ian Silverpeak."
"Because only a Prophet can make the people know that the destiny of our Setar Empire is clear and bright!"
The glowing figure silently watched his grandson.
Protector Axel slowly stepped forward, leaned down, and gently stroked the other’s head.
The meeting between a grandson and grandfather should not have been so solemn, nor so rigid and mysterious, but this is the outcome of his choice.
The man sighed at the silent young man: [I’m sorry]
Standing upright, Axel lifted his head, looking ahead at the Imperial Capital’s torrent of energy flowing straight to the end of the sky, enough to spread across The Empire, and even the Whole Terra.
He gazed at the ’Planetary Shield Generator’, gazed at this tallest ’Solitary Mountain Tower’ in the Whole Terra, with complex emotions flickering in his golden eyes.
His voice gradually turned cold, indifferent, and ruthless: [We indeed need a Prophet]
[Whether true or false, whether the predicted outcome is good or bad, Ian Silverpeak must be the Prophet]