A red aura appeared around the meteorite and glowing lights shot all over the platform.
"Ohh! Finally!"
A prophet screamed.
Jung Heewon and Lee Hyunsung quickly approached me.
"Run away? What…"
It was too late. The red aura spread across the platform and a faint veil surrounded the station. Now none of the prophets would be able to leave Anguk Station.
[The constellations protest against the excessive filtering.]
[Many constellations' eyes are shining at the 'omen.']
[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is watching the situation with curious eyes.]
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is expecting your brilliant strategy.]
The constellations were excited and sent me indirect messages.
The most dangerous situation in the world of Ways of Survival was one where the constellations were partying.
I asked the nervous Jung Minseob, "Was No. 1124 the one who suggested that you gather here today?"
"Huh? I don't know. We all agreed together…"