Fasco’s eyes sparkled with a glimr of hope.
"Only at this mont can he truly be killed."
"So none of us matter; only when he gains the upper hand and the entire Dragon Court teeters on the brink of danger do we have the faintest chance."
"I’ve waited many years for this day."
"So, Ulmanis’ death..." Roger suddenly recalled sothing Daniella had said.
Fasco nodded, "Yes, that was all part of the plan."
"So soone would suddenly receive the ssage from Fernando..." Roger pursed his lips slightly.
"Yes, I saw it. Although I don’t know the reason, as long as you arrive there at the right ti, you will certainly change your mind and join us."
"Everything happened as expected, which is why we have the current situation."
Roger took a deep breath, a slight chill running down his spine.
"What else did you see?"
Compared to the eyes of the World Serpent, the so-called Eye of Truth, the All-Seeing Eye, and Tristramy’s destiny powers are all jokes.
"This is enough." Fasco said nothing more, but after a long silence, he still revealed one last prophecy.
"The power of that eye is incredibly strong; I can only see everything that happens during my lifeti."
He suddenly smiled, a look of tranquility in his eyes.
"The future tells that I will be killed by you, right here, shortly."
"Ha." Roger muttered, a sound that was indescribably sarcastic.
He had to admit, if not for Heinris’ appearance, if not for Fernando leading Fasco here, letting him witness it all.
He might still not have changed his original intention.
Nor would there have been the later journey.
As for Kenneth, it was not due to Fasco’s rcy, but because he knew that Kenneth’s joining was highly likely to fill the journey with unknown variables.
Like a weapon, Kain.
Daniella, whose connection with Ulmanis was unknown and who had strange bloodline powers, and himself, harboring the deepest secret.
This combination seed superficially united yet fragnted.
But the group’s purpose was surprisingly united, each had an unavoidable reason to move forward.
In fact, during the journey, Roger had often wanted to leave.
Every ti he had this thought, it would be interrupted by a tily unexpected situation.
Thus, amidst continuous changes, he unconsciously arrived here.
"Thank you for your kindness in reminding to escape here." Thinking of Fasco’s earlier warning, Roger mocked.
"Don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t really wishing for you to die, but wanted to see another possibility."
"To see if my departure would prevent your death?" Roger snorted coldly.
"No, at that ti, it was indeed one of your few chances to leave here, although the more likely result would have been Hamza killing you the mont you left, but it would still have been better than the current situation."
Roger knew that if the World Serpent’s eyes were as powerful as Fasco claid, then every user would choose the outco that could be achieved with a hundred percent certainty as much as possible.
It might an an accident.
Fasco might have seen a better ending than now; he just wasn’t willing to choose it, or didn’t dare to try.
"Ti is running out..." Fasco glanced around, and many scenes flashed in the surrounding darkness, barren valleys, foul-slling swamps, desolate deserts, and towering solitary peaks.
These places were all where the body of the Lord of the Mist was hidden.
And now they all faced destruction.
"I’m sorry, my friend, please don’t feel sadness or anger; this is the last thing we can do for this plane."
"The Third Ring is our limit, no exceptions."
"And what about Hamza..."
"You also saw, he fused the heart of the Lord of the Mist with his own body, but even so, he couldn’t break through the limitations here, just a false Four Rings."
"Destroy here, and the body of the Lord of the Mist will re-fuse, which is an irresistible instinct for Hamza, even if only for an instant after fusion, he will cease to exist."
"Gained the strongest power below the dominion, but forever lost himself."
"For so many years, you are the most special Transcendent I have seen, but you will not be an exception either. I once placed hope in many people, but it always ended in failure."
"She was right, this is our only choice."
"If everything you say is true, then what about the Lord of the Mist and the Primordial Dragon?" Roger asked.
"Different, they are different."
"It’s a pity, if you had t her, you would understand that all this is worth it."
Having said that, Fasco spread his arms, looking at Roger with a calm expression.
"Ti is up, you can do it."
Roger raised his hand but abruptly let it fall down monts later.
"To hell with your prophecy!"
A person’s mouth can lie, but a soul cannot, Roger knew Fasco’s words were not rely stating the opposite.
Using a bizarre prediction to provoke Roger’s rebellious mindset, thereby causing Roger to lose interest in killing Fasco.
Because it simply wasn’t necessary.
The collapse here stemd from the power of the Primordial Dragon, to make everything appear real, she would not tolerate anyone escaping.
So everything Fasco said was true.
And in the prophecy, Roger would indeed kill him here.
But at this mont, knowing the truth, Roger chose to resist the prophecy, refusing to allow that so-called future to occur.
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