Chapter 711 More brutally they fall.

Claire would never call herself a prophet or anything like that. In the first instance, she didn't believe in things like horoscopes, fortune telling, or superstitions of that nature. But even she had to admit that she felt a bit smug and wanted to call herself a descendant of Nostradamus when she saw some martial artists dropping like flies or quickly devoured by the flying creatures roaming the cliffs around the island.

"I probably shouldn't brag too much, a lucky guess is far from Katya's ridiculous prophecies." Claire thought as she recalled Desmond's mention of these incidents and their subsequent fulfillment.

Oblivious to Claire's thoughts, Sasha and the rest watched with some morbid curiosity the consequences of others' arrogance as they continued to enjoy their tea time, earning them several strange glances from the people around them.