Iyeta nodded lightly:
"The strings of destiny entangled in the King's soul remain obscure and deep. Clearly, neither the erosion of the Mysterious Shadow, nor the invasion of the Blood God, nor the targeting by the Supreme Will are the King's critical crisis. His crisis comes from elsewhere."
Rod's brow furrowed tightly; he had never imagined that the King's crisis had not yet passed.
If it's not the Mysterious Shadow, not the Blood God, not Destruction's Needle, then what else could threaten the King, who has become the God of Humans and has the Holy Fire at his back?
Regarding this question, Iyeta had no answer either.
"We have performed multiple prophecies, attempting to trace the source of the crisis, but none have succeeded."
Rod asked solemnly, "Why? Is it due to a lack of materials, or is there some stronger existence preventing the prophecy?"
The only thing he could think of as a threat to the King was the Ancient God.
Iyeta shook his head:
