, never stopping, until the end, the prophet is already running, he seems to want to escape from such a nightmare.

But just after he climbed over a ruin with difficulty, he saw another version of himself!

Wearing a white robe, he knelt in pain in a hell filled with steel fragments, and in his arms lay a dead Eredar... That was an Eredar who had accepted evil energy.

He has turned into a demon, but why, why does the other prophet show so much pain?

Wait...that eredar!

That's Rakesh, that's... that's his son!

"It's all your fault!"

The other prophet, who was holding his dead son in great pain, turned his head, his old face full of twisted anger and hatred, an expression that would never appear on Velen's face.

"The Holy Light can't save him! You had to make a sacrifice! But you didn't!"

"Kill him with your own hands!"

"Murderer! You killed your own son!"

He roared, and thousands of cries and howls behind him also sounded at this moment, like deafening thunder, and the frantic sound was like a hell of disaster, pulling Velen into it, and not even a trace could be seen.

of light.

"No!"

At the moment when darkness completely enveloped the world, Velen opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily. The prophet lowered his head and looked at the purple crystal soul song hanging on his chest, which was shining faintly.

, this means... it means that he seemed to have made another prophecy while meditating.

An incredible prophecy, a prophecy about death... But is that what will happen in the future, or is it just... just a fragment of countless futures?

Velen felt that his head hurt, and just when he was about to take a rest, the voice of Grand Defender Maraad sounded outside the meditation room:

"Prophet? Are you awake?"
Chapter completed!