The man's words weren't surprising. If they weren't in crisis, they wouldn't be this desperate to meet him…
Vale studied them carefully. He had dismissed them earlier, unwilling to indulge unannounced visitors. But now, seeing their persistence, he felt the urgency.
"What kind of crisis forces the Oracle Hivemind to wait outside my Tower without moving?" Vale asked curiously.
"There is a disturbance within the Pallham Empire… As we speak, people's minds are being broken… thoughts are being stolen. We traced it to a source, but it is beyond our control."
Vale's frown deepened.
'Broken minds… stolen thoughts…'
It was vague, but he could somehow understand that it was quite a terrifying thing to happen.
Psychic Arts practitioners were not easily shaken. For them to admit helplessness meant the threat was extraordinary.
Vale then turned to his Immortal Tower and gestured for them to follow.
