As Caelum paced in tight circles like a caged predator, his thoughts mashed into pulp by the sheer absurdity of what he was witnessing, he finally snapped:
"This makes no damn sense!"
His voice cracked out, raw, stripped of its usual swagger. Shock, outrage, anxiety—everything crashed together inside him with a nakedness bordering on obscene. Normally, he was the one making other people react like that.
Beside him, Shadrex stood frozen, eyes locked somewhere between the writhing roots below and the torn horizon. For the first time in years, the seer didn't dare peer into the future.
"This guy… he's really an Oracle Knight like us?"
The words slipped out weakly, stripped of confidence. A confession—rare, almost sacrilegious.
His gaze flickered, as if a thought too dangerous to exist had just taken shape.
"At this point… maybe we should check if there is a Rank 18 or An Oracle Baron. On our side."
