Something about Adam's words caused the flames in the lich's eyes to violently flicker.
A chilling sense of foreboding suddenly washed over him. How long had it been since he felt this way? He couldn't even recall. He almost felt… alive.
The lich had always been deeply wary of prophecies. The deeper one delved into the arcane arts, the more one came to understand that fate, causality, and destiny were not merely abstract concepts.
Under certain circumstances, they could become terrifyingly real forces capable of influencing the flow of the universe itself.
It went without saying that among the different types of Magi, Diviners were infamous for their prophecies. And that was precisely why that devil's words had always lingered in the back of the lich's mind like a curse he could never fully erase.
But here was the strange part, something he could not comprehend at all.
How did Adam come to know of the devil's prophecy?
