Zedicus walked down the hallway. His mind had gone far away. He was still thinking about his last vision. He still hadn't gotten anymore news. He had tried to get more visions. He had tried to conduct more ceremonies but they had all proved worthless. They had all proved to be futile attempts.
The phoenix was still unknown to him. All he had was doubts and guesses. If there was one thing Zedicus hated then it was guesses. Zedicus always like to be precise. He never liked to work with guesses. But with the fact that he wasn't getting any clear visions, he had to work with what he had. All he had was guesses.
