"My oh my, Saint Dul'Akharat, that's a mighty spell you're weaving. Is that fate, soul and elemental energy I detect? Is that your ultimate spell? Hahahaha! I can't wait to see how strong a saint's ultimate spell is!! Come! Come at me, quick!" Primal Golden Dragon Soul shrieked like a crazy beast.
Saint Dul'Akharat ignored her and focused on his spell. His mood was extremely, extremely heavy.
He had done a fate reading for his fellow Primals a few seconds ago, and he found that at least another fifty of them would die before the day was over.
The battle was destined to be a massacre for the Primals!
It was a crushing piece of fate reading for Saint Dul'Akharat.
And a confusing one.
Things written in a person's fate were more or less fixed.
Saint Dul'Akharat could roughly read the fates of lifeforms in the near future, and he had done so prior to the start of the Primal meeting.
Within that reading, nothing massive could be seen in the fates of all the Primals.
