Tap… Tap…
In a barren land far from the Central Plains—a place scorned as the Demonic Cult by the Central Plains but revered as the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult here—the military strategist furrowed his brow, poring over the latest report.
"Is this even possible?"
He was accustomed to sifting through and judging every scrap of intelligence from their spies, but this piece was hard to swallow, even for him.
"A foresight ability akin to prophecy…"
There had always been charlatans claiming to see the future, scamming the gullible. At first, he'd dismissed this as another fraud. But this time, he couldn't brush it off so easily.
The source was none other than the Sword Mistress of the righteous faction.
Even in the Demonic Cult, where suspicion of the hypocritical righteous faction was the default, she was one of the rare figures deemed trustworthy—praised as a genuinely just person despite her affiliation. Her word carried weight.
"I know she's not one to lie, but… I'm not sure."
