A few hours passed by. The monk slowly opened his eyes again. No miracle had occurred. There was no heavenly intervention. No sudden enlightenment that would save him from this disaster.
Liam was still sitting there. He was still smiling and still waiting.
"…Senior Brother," the monk said carefully, voice unusually dry. "Before we proceed… this humble one would like to confirm something very small."
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
"Do I really have to come with you? Isn't it better if you go by yourself? I will only drag you down."
Liam chuckled and remained silent.
The monk inwardly muttered a few curses and once again tried his best. However, no matter how many times he divined, the result was the same. His spectrum of fortune had somehow shrunk, always showing the same single black outcome.
