As one of the most seasoned astrologers in the Wizard World, Astraea was certainly not unfamiliar with that name.
But when it came from Chloe's mouth, it made her feel a subtle chill.
It was a warning from the depths of fate.
Her fingers instinctively touched the ancient star disc pendant on her robe sleeve.
The pendant was made from some sort of bone-like material, with surface covered in vein-like fine lines.
Whenever sensing a major fate fluctuation, these lines would faintly redden, like a living pulse.
At this moment, it was emitting an unsettling dark red glow.
"Grandma Leia?" Chloe keenly noticed the change in her adoptive mother's mood, "Do you know this person?"
Astraea remained silent for a long time, eyes gazing at the barren land dyed red by the sunset outside the window.
In her long life, hardly anything made her this cautious.
"Not so much as knowing, but..." her voice carried a deep fatigue:
