"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut." In this magic world, knowledge is power.
Not just Ogre, every expert on the spot who was capable of astrology or who had similar prophecy powers began to predict the life status of Natravos, the Lord of Abyss.
They trusted their own judgment on such important matters, particularly when they were faced with "partners" that they couldn't really trust.
Lucien was no exception. The crystal ball in his hands soon lost the colors and became dark, with stars emerging in uncanny trajectories.
Since nobody was interfering with or covering Natravos' life condition, Lucien reached a result soon. The legendary sorcerer with the title of "Lord of Abyss" had indeed completely perished.
"Natravos is really dead…" After a dozen seconds, Ogre spoke of the result with his coarse, rusty voice, somewhat at a loss.
Following him, the other legendary sorcerers reached similar conclusions. The atmosphere was even more frigid, and a storm seemed to be brewing.