"Escape quickly..."
"Quick... escape..."
"Quick... escape!"
The fleeting voice was sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and apart from identical content, it seemed to contain a rich range of emotions.
Panic.
Fear.
Despair.
Great Prophet Margo could not imagine what kind of immense crisis would cause a Mythical being to experience such negative emotions, similar to those a mortal would feel in the face of a natural disaster.
But the content of the Oracle... she had indeed truly heard it.
"Quick... escape?"
She looked dazed, frozen in place for a moment, her whole backbone seemed to stoop in an instant, as if she had aged considerably.
Seeing the dispirited and bewildered Great Prophet Margo, Charlotte sighed softly and waved her hand, releasing a Talent Magic spell to soothe the spirit, stabilizing the other's tottering soul.
She could understand the collapse of Great Prophet Margo.
