"As long as you're prepared, death won't come for you... Even I can fall for the Art of Deception?"
"Ian."
Carlos lifted his head and looked at Ian, his eyes bright: "Do you have the strength to look one more time?"
"Of course."
Ian rubbed his eyes and solemnly reactivated the Foresight View, looking at the Crown Prince.
But to everyone's astonishment.
The pitch-black fog was rapidly dissipating.
The blackness faded, like the night being illuminated by light; the blood-red receded like shadows shrinking under the noonday sun.
When Carlos sat solemnly before Ian, like a dignified statue, there was no black fog entwining him... only a faint red glow lingered.
"There's still danger."
Ian sincerely exclaimed: "But it's like a miracle—death has retreated!"
"Scars, destruction, maybe bleeding or defeat... at most, it's just like this. In just a moment, Your Highness, you've passed from a place of certain death to one of life!"
