There was no need to worry that this skyan was lying and using the name to trick them.
The sky race had a peculiar trait: when their names were mentioned, they would vaguely sense it.
If someone used the name of an sky to deceive others, they would likely be tracked down before they even committed the act.
The skyans' prophetic abilities were indeed powerful.
It made sense they would know someone was coming.
What Illiya was struggling with now was how to explain what had happened to them. He could not just outright say, "Did you guys make a prophecy and spread it around?"
That would surely get him smacked.
"Speak freely, it's fine," Nigun's lips curled upward slightly into a serene compassionate expression, the kind only skyans could wear.
A warm, golden light bathed his figure, enhancing his sense of purity and holiness, making anyone who looked at him instinctively reflect on whether they had done something wrong in their lives.
