Professor Trelawney didn't seem to be acting.
Her condition slightly surprised the Little Wizard.
"Save us..."
Professor Trelawney stared intently at Ian, her eyes filled with a very clear terror and pleading, and her hands, adorned with several rings, firmly grabbed Ian.
"Uh, if you have something to say, say it nicely, don't squeeze my collarbone so hard." Ian, who was suddenly ambushed, was taken aback, his face contorted with pain.
This scene not only left the Little Wizard unsure of what to do, but the students scattered around the classroom also looked at each other, with someone quietly remarking that the professor seemed like a lunatic.
"Hmm?" Aurora tilted her head and watched the scene, a trace of confusion crossing her differently colored eyes, which slowly rotated as if they had glimpsed something.
The bronze sun entwined with olive branch-like lightning, and the golden crown of flames flickered with the stars over the desert, with ghostly images of spears and giant wolves hovering in the frost-white tongues of fire.
There was fire burning.
It was a volcanic eruption.
Seemingly from the depths of the earth.
Raging flames madly licked the sky.
Billowing thick smoke surged like a ferocious giant beast. In the world dyed red by the firelight, it seemed as if the entire world was dragged into an apocalyptic terror.
The volcanic eruption's sulfurous fumes somehow penetrated the boundary between illusion and reality, inconceivably scorching her eyelids—as if merely witnessing this scene would drag one into it.
"Hiss~"
Aurora couldn't help but cover her fate-seeking eyes in pain, yet she did not forcibly stop the sudden prophecy. Instead, she defiantly looked again at the abnormal Divination Class professor.
Thus.
The prophecy continued to unfold.
Numerous illusory, blurred voices surged, tumbled, and perished.
The first to fall was the figure wielding thunder.
When the bolt that could shatter Titans pierced back into his chest, twelve eerie chains burst from nothingness, pinning him within the congealed amber-like space-time.
As if to imprison him from reality to an unknowable domain. Not only that, a sandstorm erupted from the burning sun's center, engulfing the figure crowned by the solar disc.
A shattering bell sound echoed from the mountain top.
The eight-armed dancer's toes spun amidst the karmic fire, the lapis lazuli-like skin flaking away in layers. Her third eye wept bloody tears that solidified into black stones in the flames. When this figure's last arm was completely swallowed by the fiery waves, stars fell like rain.
Also, the head of the falcon was stripped of its gold leaf in the raging storm.
The figure's scepter broke into nine segments and sank into the desert, with fine sand slowly climbing up from the figure's foot, each grain erupting with supernova-like brilliance as they fell.
Yet another figure perished.
Aurora felt she could hear the wailing of the Nile River—gazing at Professor Trelawney, the German girl's eyes seemed to reflect endless scenes.
That despairing taste corroded Aurora's thoughts, making her magic power increasingly chaotic, her emotions increasingly restless, with beads of sweat sliding down her platinum hair.
However.
Everyone's attention was on Professor Trelawney, so no one noticed the girl undergoing prophecy; even so, she did not avert her gaze or cease her ability.
To be honest.
Even Aurora herself didn't know why, her intuition told her the scene she was witnessing was extremely important, perhaps also related to Professor Trelawney's sudden frantic plea for help.
The female warrior crowned with a laurel branch had her throat slit by her own shield, the Nine-headed Giant Beast's flaming mane burning the entangling Star Chain, the staff entwined with two snakes suddenly backfired on its master, and the Giant bearing the solar disc knelt in a pool of blood, the bronze giant axe splitting its spine, such a bloody, terrifying scene.
And amid this chaotic scene.
Aurora glimpsed a figure persisting until the end.
"Already lost."
A one-eyed man stood atop the volcano, holding a long spear, drenched in blood, as if he had just come through a great battle, his weapon bearing many broken fragments.
This man's condition was not well either; venom had already spread through his body, crawling up his pupils as if it was tainting his perception of colors.
When the rune chains rose from the magma at his feet, his ice crystal armor became a cage. However, the one-eyed man was not alarmed by his situation of gradually disappearing from reality.
"You should find that damned thing now."
The one-eyed man spoke to the crow on his shoulder, whereupon the crow flew amid the chaos, into the Netherworld, only to return with a larger "passenger" atop its head, one too lazy to flap its wings, beneath the radiant black feathers lay eyes indifferent to the doomsday scene.
"Does what you said still count?"
At the one-eyed man's feet, the fate web entwined with Rune Runes was shattering, he looked up at the newcomer, an unexpected guest who had appeared in this world many, many years ago.
Seeing the other nod.
"Alright, then let's devour the Gods!"
The one-eyed man raised his hand, tore open his chest cavity, and plunged the long spear into his heart, uttering the final words at the last moment before vanishing completely.