Porealus and his grandfather left the arena with the former leading.
Meanwhile, the lady fortune-teller, Vivi Croix, was having unease due to the vision that she saw back with Porealus. It was a vicious vision, one that she had not experienced many.
"A warzone..." Vivi muttered as her brows furrowed. "Right in Mortal World? Tch! I wish I could see the scope of the battlefield."
Vivi sighed, "Then again, why are they grinning in that volatile place."
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"Mortal World will have a war?!"
Carius couldn't believe his ears. His eyes were widened as he looked at his only grandson. "That's preposterous!"
Porealus shook his head. "I don't want to believe it either, but I told you what I saw."
"How could this be," Carius looked away as he walked back and forth in contemplation.
"Everything is possible, grandfather," said Porealus before he let out a sigh, "No peace meant forever just as no war meant forever."
