Starlight Sea, outside the Styx Sector
Alvin's expression tightened. He lifted the two broken halves of his wooden staff and drove them into the Styx Sector from afar.
"What happened?" Lucio asked.
Suggwoth, Tina, Ares, and the other commanders all looked toward Alvin.
"There's a powerhouse in the Styx Sector known as the Thousand-Faced Sage," Alvin said slowly. "He cultivates an ancient sacrificial occult art—offering up fortune as tribute, in exchange for merging his own rules into the great web of fate and order."
"By following that web, he can observe what occurs in every hidden corner."
Alvin's gaze turned cold.
"He must have sensed my arrangements… and is trying to use the opportunity to reverse-trace me."
Lucio and Philip were visibly shaken.
Working in the same domain, they understood better than anyone what this meant.
To reach such a rank, his attainments in divination and fate-reading were already extraordinary.
