Twelve Days later,
As Beatrice stared at the ground, which was getting further and further away from her, through her window, a faint smile appeared on Beatrice's face.
Over the past twelve days, Beatrice had become somewhat accustomed to living inside of her small cabin.
And right now, thirteen days after Beatrice entered the flying ship, the ship finally took off on its journey, which will take over two months of continuous travel.
After the first day, and her accidental meeting with the leader of the Rose Guild, nothing interesting happened, as Beatrice continued practicing spells and refining mana, as she didn't dare experiment with the Information Cube while on the ship.
Not long after the ship took off, Beatrice suddenly touched her forehead, feeling the concentration of elemental energy drastically decline in a brief moment.
"I guess I really got used to that concentration of elemental energy," mumbled Beatrice, feeling the elemental energy around herself, which was only five percent as concentrated as on the magic continent.
Under the effects of the abrupt transition, Beatrice even felt a slight headache, as her body, which had become accustomed to the magic continent slowly but surely adjusted.
Although Beatrice knew that this would happen, she truly didn't expect that she had become so used to the elemental energy concentration of the magic continent, so much so that she had become somewhat dependent on it.
Even though it might be somewhat uncomfortable, getting used to this concentration on her nearly month-long journey, as well as her stay back in her home might be of some help to Beatrice in the future.
...
Inside the Magic Council,
Looking at the prophet, who was currently sitting crosslegged, focused on something, Archmage Arif couldn't help but frown.
"It's worth it," mumbled Archmage Arif, causing Saint Orianna, who was sitting nearby to open her eyes and look at him.
"Did something happen?" asked the old woman, causing Arif to shake his head.
"It's nothing," mumbled Archmage Arif, when suddenly, the Prophet opened his eyes, a confused expression appearing on his face.
"It's not any of the gods?" mumbled the Prophet, causing the confused look on his face to shift into surprise.
Hearing the words of the Prophet, frowns appeared on the faces of both Saint Arianna and Archmage Arif.
For the past nearly seven months, the Prophet pushed himself, trying to figure out the true identity of the so-called 'Dark Calamity', which will inevitably strike down at the Magic Continent in the future.
The prophet had divined nearly all possible subjects, from the Light God, the Demons, the Godly Remnants from the Ancient War, and even the Reincarnation Space, which was secretly plundering World Source from worlds.
But to the surprise of the Prophet, the vast majority of those beings had no plan to attack the Mage World in the near future, most of them still recuperating from the Ancient World, with the exception of the Reincarnation Space, which had been born after the war.
But although the prophet had discovered the secret interference of the Reincarnation Space in the Mage World, he was completely sure that it was not related to the 'Dark Calamity' in the slightest.
Suddenly, a determined look appeared on the face of the Prophet, as he suddenly decided on something.
"We cannot wait any longer, otherwise the calamity might strike us unprepared, Arif, gather the other three Archmages, I need their help in surviving after using 'that'," said the prophet, causing the face of Archmage Arif to change for a moment, determination flashing on his face after hearing the words of the Prophet.
"I understand, Withered Soul will be returning shortly, as for Aatos and Dragonheart, I'm sure that they will come to help," said Archmage Arif as he suddenly disappeared, preparing to contact the two Archmages.
...
Seven Days later
Looking at Archmage Withered Soul, who had his normally calm demeanor changed, surprise appeared on the face of Archmage Arif.
"Did something bad happen?" asked Arif, causing Withered Soul to shake his head.
"That old disciple of mine became an Archmage without using the Shadow God as fuel, I really didn't expect that," mumbled Archmage Withered Soul, causing some surprise to appear on Arif's face as well.
"It's quite understandable, the amount of elemental energy present in the Mage World has been rising for over five thousand years, more and more Archmages will emerge in the future perhaps even a Legendary Mage might appear," said Archmage Arif, causing Withered Soul to nod.
"I understand that, I just expect this era to begin so soon," mumbled Archmage Withered Soul as he walked forward into the meeting room of the Magic Council.
...
Fifteen Days later,
Looking at the Five Archmages who were sitting around him with serious looks on their faces, being prepared to cast their strongest healing spells at a moment's notice, the Prophet took in a deep breath.
"I will begin," said the Prophet as he placed a pen and piece of paper next to him, closing his eyes a few moments later.
Only a few moments later, the Prophet opened his eyes, stretched out his trembling hand towards the pen, and began writing on the paper.
Even after healing spell after healing spell from powerful Archmages showered the Prophet, the latter showed no change as blood began flowing out of his orifices.
But even so, word after word, the prophet continued writing, trying his best to remain conscious.
After around thirty seconds, the Prophet finally finished writing a sentence on the piece of paper, causing him to fully lose consciousness, and fall back towards the ground.
...
'Her remnant will usher in, the return of 'Her', the one from a different time, to deal out punishment for past grievances.'
Staring at the piece of paper in his hands, which was stained by the blood of the Prophet, a heavy look hung over the face of Archmage Arif.
Suddenly, the Archmage Raised his eyes, looking at the figure which had just arrived.
"Is he alright?" asked Archmage Arif, looking at Saint Orianna, causing the latter to nod.
"His condition has stabilized for now," said Saint Orianna, causing the Archmage to breathe a sigh of relief.
Twelve Days later,
As Beatrice stared at the ground, which was getting further and further away from her, through her window, a faint smile appeared on Beatrice's face.
Over the past twelve days, Beatrice had become somewhat accustomed to living inside of her small cabin.
And right now, thirteen days after Beatrice entered the flying ship, the ship finally took off on its journey, which will take over two months of continuous travel.
After the first day, and her accidental meeting with the leader of the Rose Guild, nothing interesting happened, as Beatrice continued practicing spells and refining mana, as she didn't dare experiment with the Information Cube while on the ship.
Not long after the ship took off, Beatrice suddenly touched her forehead, feeling the concentration of elemental energy drastically decline in a brief moment.
"I guess I really got used to that concentration of elemental energy," mumbled Beatrice, feeling the elemental energy around herself, which was only five percent as concentrated as on the magic continent.
Under the effects of the abrupt transition, Beatrice even felt a slight headache, as her body, which had become accustomed to the magic continent slowly but surely adjusted.
Although Beatrice knew that this would happen, she truly didn't expect that she had become so used to the elemental energy concentration of the magic continent, so much so that she had become somewhat dependent on it.
Even though it might be somewhat uncomfortable, getting used to this concentration on her nearly month-long journey, as well as her stay back in her home might be of some help to Beatrice in the future.
...
Inside the Magic Council,
Looking at the prophet, who was currently sitting crosslegged, focused on something, Archmage Arif couldn't help but frown.
"It's worth it," mumbled Archmage Arif, causing Saint Orianna, who was sitting nearby to open her eyes and look at him.
"Did something happen?" asked the old woman, causing Arif to shake his head.
"It's nothing," mumbled Archmage Arif, when suddenly, the Prophet opened his eyes, a confused expression appearing on his face.
"It's not any of the gods?" mumbled the Prophet, causing the confused look on his face to shift into surprise.
Hearing the words of the Prophet, frowns appeared on the faces of both Saint Arianna and Archmage Arif.
For the past nearly seven months, the Prophet pushed himself, trying to figure out the true identity of the so-called 'Dark Calamity', which will inevitably strike down at the Magic Continent in the future.
The prophet had divined nearly all possible subjects, from the Light God, the Demons, the Godly Remnants from the Ancient War, and even the Reincarnation Space, which was secretly plundering World Source from worlds.
But to the surprise of the Prophet, the vast majority of those beings had no plan to attack the Mage World in the near future, most of them still recuperating from the Ancient World, with the exception of the Reincarnation Space, which had been born after the war.
But although the prophet had discovered the secret interference of the Reincarnation Space in the Mage World, he was completely sure that it was not related to the 'Dark Calamity' in the slightest.
Suddenly, a determined look appeared on the face of the Prophet, as he suddenly decided on something.
"We cannot wait any longer, otherwise the calamity might strike us unprepared, Arif, gather the other three Archmages, I need their help in surviving after using 'that'," said the prophet, causing the face of Archmage Arif to change for a moment, determination flashing on his face after hearing the words of the Prophet.
"I understand, Withered Soul will be returning shortly, as for Aatos and Dragonheart, I'm sure that they will come to help," said Archmage Arif as he suddenly disappeared, preparing to contact the two Archmages.
...
Seven Days later
Looking at Archmage Withered Soul, who had his normally calm demeanor changed, surprise appeared on the face of Archmage Arif.
"Did something bad happen?" asked Arif, causing Withered Soul to shake his head.
"That old disciple of mine became an Archmage without using the Shadow God as fuel, I really didn't expect that," mumbled Archmage Withered Soul, causing some surprise to appear on Arif's face as well.
"It's quite understandable, the amount of elemental energy present in the Mage World has been rising for over five thousand years, more and more Archmages will emerge in the future perhaps even a Legendary Mage might appear," said Archmage Arif, causing Withered Soul to nod.
"I understand that, I just expect this era to begin so soon," mumbled Archmage Withered Soul as he walked forward into the meeting room of the Magic Council.
...
Fifteen Days later,
Looking at the Five Archmages who were sitting around him with serious looks on their faces, being prepared to cast their strongest healing spells at a moment's notice, the Prophet took in a deep breath.
"I will begin," said the Prophet as he placed a pen and piece of paper next to him, closing his eyes a few moments later.
Only a few moments later, the Prophet opened his eyes, stretched out his trembling hand towards the pen, and began writing on the paper.
Even after healing spell after healing spell from powerful Archmages showered the Prophet, the latter showed no change as blood began flowing out of his orifices.
But even so, word after word, the prophet continued writing, trying his best to remain conscious.
After around thirty seconds, the Prophet finally finished writing a sentence on the piece of paper, causing him to fully lose consciousness, and fall back towards the ground.
...
'Her remnant will usher in, the return of 'Her', the one from a different time, to deal out punishment for past grievances.'
Staring at the piece of paper in his hands, which was stained by the blood of the Prophet, a heavy look hung over the face of Archmage Arif.
Suddenly, the Archmage Raised his eyes, looking at the figure which had just arrived.
"Is he alright?" asked Archmage Arif, looking at Saint Orianna, causing the latter to nod.
"His condition has stabilized for now," said Saint Orianna, causing the Archmage to breathe a sigh of relief.
