At last, a satisfying divination result.
Adam's shoulders loosened, and he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
That city, with so many magical species mingling with one another, has to be in the Greater Universe, he thought.
In any city on Tron, one can't find more than four species. But that place… could it be Myrrandor?
If so, then the divination result has confirmed that I will no longer be on Tron after the planetary alignment!
He rose to his feet and began pacing around the cave, excited for what his future held. But soon, the excitement died down.
But that still doesn't specifically tell me about the outcome of my battle with the abomination, he wondered.
No, to be more precise, the outcome should be positive, but there are still too many variables in play.
Should I cast another divination spell?
But gradually, Adam tried to calm down. He recalled some of the experts' memories regarding the School of Divination and the elusive threads of fate.
