Fang Hong stood there quietly, not knowing how to respond for a moment. The sound of footsteps behind him grew closer and closer, making him both nervous and uneasy. He could almost imagine being surrounded soon, yet his feet seemed rooted to the spot, refusing to move.
He didn't know where this persistence came from, but he felt certain, as if there was a sudden burst of inspiration. Somewhere in the nether, a voice seemed to guide him. He couldn't hear the voice, yet it penetrated every corner, as though it was his own heartfelt thought.
In Eteliria, this experience was still novel to the Invoker, but among the Native, some people deemed as prophets could enter such states of inspiration. Though Fang Hong had never tasted pork, he had at least seen pigs run, and roughly understood that he was receiving a Divine Oracle.
Just like the revelation from the Forest Goddess, Lady Marlan was indeed searching for him.
But what was she searching for him for?
