For many ordinary Wizards, destiny is an abstract and barren concept.
It is the mist swirling inside the Diviner's Crystal Ball, the variegated base color under the flame-scorched Turtle Shell, and the joy of opening a Pandora's Magic Box bought from the Apple Pavilion to find a Ruby.
Empty, yet truly existing.
But for the Great Diviners, destiny is not so illusory.
In the eyes of the Great Diviners, the entire World is outlined by lines of varying thickness and colors. Each Stone, each Tree, each person is connected to those lines.
These lines are of varying lengths, intertwined and interlinked, clustered together, constructing a River that surges and flows endlessly in a void and hollow darkness, known as the River of Destiny.
