Prologue (Part 5)

"That's not what I…" Wilhelm's voice trailed off, and he went quiet. He knew exactly what he had wanted to ask of the Mumbling Prophet, and he knew full well that it wasn't about a vaguely familiar name.

As he stared into the star-scape, where two blue flames burned brightly, he felt as though a pair of ancient eyes stared at him.

"No one believes you have visions, not even your masters," the Mumbling Prophet continued to scour through Wilhelm's past. "No one believes how irregular you are because you are supposed to be the noble hero of legend. It haunts you and gives joy to you and eats you and toys with you."

"Ask him about the new prophecy," Citrus's voice rang out.

Wilhelm ignored him. He leaned closer to the portal, nearly touching it with his nose. The closer he leaned, however, the higher the hairs on the back of his neck rose. "What do the visions mean? What are they?"