The Wine God reached for the remaining slips of paper, pulling two of them out and placing them aside before handing the rest to Bladedance.
Bladedance took the pages, quickly counting them. "There are only 6 of them?" she asked with a curious expression. "I expected more."
The Wine God held an apologetic smile. "Sadly, the prophecies made by the Divination God are hardly a public affair in most cases, so most of those who learned of one have long since died. If not for that, we would likely have a lot more."
Bladedance rifled through the pages. "Still, I suppose 6 isn't a bad number. It's more than enough to figure out if any of them have come true or not," she said, proceeding to read the first page out loud.
"The Savior will find light in the grave of the Wicked."
As soon as she finished reading it, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Grave of the Wicked? Who is the wicked?"
"Unclear," the Wine God answered.
"Where does this originate then?"
