The Monastery's True Mission

"What? Your master made the prophecy?" John exclaimed with disbelief. 

It was such an ancient prophecy that the idea of someone writing it almost seemed wrong to John, even though that didn't make sense. The Grand Abbot smiled softly and nodded his head.

"Yes. A very long time ago, when I had just arrived to this world to assume my post as his disciple," the Grand Abbot said, his gaze slightly distracted as if he were thinking of the events of the past.

His normal gaze returned a moment later.

"If you want to ask more about it, I'm afraid I can't help you much," the Grand Abbot said, noticing John's expression. "My master was skilled in the arts of fate and prophecy, while my talents lie elsewhere. I only know of the prophecy, as well as the existence of the Asura. I do not know much else."

John nodded his head after a moment of silence. He was disappointed, but it couldn't be helped.