Mortimer Frostblade's POV
"Are you absolutely certain the next chosen ones are going to be announced soon?" I asked in a calm, measured tone, standing before a pristine white screen that concealed the identity of the person behind it.
".... Yes... The time has come for the new world to awaken," a hoarse, elderly voice rasped from behind the screen, carrying a weight of authority and mystery.
"Finally, it's real! This is incredible news—we must inform everyone immediately,"
"May God protect us,"
"The prophecy... It's unfolding,"
I glanced to my side, noticing a small group of nuns kneeling reverently, their hands clasped tightly together in prayer as if holding on to their faith for dear life.
With a composed demeanor, I turned to them and said, "Why don't you go and spread the word? Her Majesty will undoubtedly take great pleasure in hearing these revelations."
