For some reason, astonishing changes had abruptly swept over the Heaven's Eye Mountain Constellation. The stars were shifting and space was tearing, and the planet that Fuchen and the others was on was the focal point of all these changes.
"I think that this was the battlefield my grandfather accidentally ended up in," Risode said. There was a frown on his face as he looked up, his eyes fixed on the center of that vortex overhead.
"Are you certain?" Ulan asked.
Risode nodded. "I couldn't be wrong. While my Lionheart priest lineage doesn't possess a powerful mental energy, we have long-lasting mental energy. It took my grandfather's message several thousand years to get back to our clan precisely because of our mental energy not being particularly explosive; still, it can last for a very, very long time. Right now, I can faintly sense my clan's special energy in those stars."