Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.
As she suddenly raised her voice, the purple-eyed diviner's facial expression was truly terrifying as she looked at Shard:
"The True God Church and the Three Major Academies will never allow an illegal organization to control a Chosen One. No matter what, we cannot let him remain until that door opens, we must find a way to have him die."
Even when assisting Iluna against the "Silver-Eyed One" before, Luviya had never shown such an expression. Shard didn't feel that Luviya's idea was wrong, he was just very curious about what kind of connection she actually had with the "Whispering Verses."
"But to whom should we report? I lean towards Coldwater Port's church, not the Academy, otherwise we can't explain the source of the information. We surely can't say that we saw a stone tablet with Daknis's name on it."
Shard pondered for a moment before asking.
"Right, Shard, you're correct."