Days passed,
The prophetess continued walking across the silent seabed, her staff gliding over the cracked ocean floor with a slow, rhythmic scrape. Every touch of its tip traced the fractured earth, guiding her along a path that stretched endlessly into the darkness, as though the ocean itself refused to reveal its destination.
No matter how far she walked, no matter how many days slipped past, she could never find what she had descended beneath the sea to seek.
Even while searching beneath the endless ocean, Prophetess had watched the world draw ever closer to its inevitable end. She had witnessed a young girl halted the Devil by single word, yet only she understood the truth behind that miracle.
It was merely a delay.
Merely borrowed time.
It had only been postponed.
The balance had not been restored!!
Prophetess tightened her weary grip around the staff.
Time was running out.
She had to finish what she had begun.
Otherwise...
*It will be too late to stop him.*
