Translator: SumTLMan
After Shura’s remarks, the atmosphere became somewhat more animated.
Several individuals then consecutively shared their insights from the Mystery of Starlight. The majority of these prophecies, while meaningful, were beneficial only to specific groups and not of much use to most.
For instance, a prophecy wizard mentioned seeing a large swath of luminous sea-born velvet grass near the Marduk Trench.
Sea-born velvet grass and velvet grass are two types of magical plants; the latter is an exotic species, while the former is a lower rank magical plant native to the Wizarding World. When processed into potions, it’s used to cure mild cases of magic backlash.
Sea-born velvet grass hadn’t been recorded for hundreds of years, so its reappearance was, in fact, a positive development.
However, there are other potions available for treating magic backlash, and since sea-born velvet grass only cures mild cases, it’s not considered particularly valuable.
This news might be somewhat useful for some apprentices present, as they could potentially earn some money from it. But for the prophecy wizard themself, it was practically useless.
Regardless, nobody really minded this less useful prophecy. After all, there was no pressure of being the first to speak.
Moreover, being able to share something was in itself valuable. It demonstrated the ability to interpret the Mystery of Starlight while also boosting one’s reputation. Perhaps during future Star Observing events, they might even be assigned seats closer to the center.
Of course, not all prophecies were inconsequential. Two, in particular, captured everyone’s attention.
A prophecy wizard from the Winter Academy revealed that the Cheryllis Castle would soon appear in the northern wastelands of the Agar Kingdom, a revelation that everyone took to heart.
Cheryllis Castle, more accurately described, is the Institute of Witch Cheryllis, merely built in the form of a castle, hence named Cheryllis Castle. Witch Cheryllis, a legendary witch from the Fallen Gold Age, left behind an institute where one might find some benefits.
Another prophecy comes from the sole female Observer present today.
She is a witch whose half-face is concealed by a scorpion mask, while her other half, though strikingly beautiful, also carries a sharp edge.
Her name, “The Forgotten Face” Vera.
Vera’s past is unknown to everyone, including herself. Thus, when she ascended as an Observer, she chose the title “The Forgotten.”
The prophecy she spoke of is a challenging one to define in importance. She disclosed a coordinate in the void, corresponding to a world far distant and strange to the wizard community.
A strange world implies significant weight to the prophecy. However, the exact weight depends on the resources of that world and whether they’re worth pioneering.
Regardless, this prophecy injected a fresh vitality into the somewhat bland atmosphere of the exchange.
At least, the eyes of the Frost Moon Alliance’s wizards shone bright; they were fretting over not having a new world to explore, and now they had a coordinate. How could they not be pleased?
After Witch Vera shared her prophecy, the meeting entered a quiet, dull phase, everyone eagerly awaiting the next significant announcement.
They speculated that the next big news would likely come from an Observer, as being one inherently represents authority in prophecy.
To their slight surprise, the bearer of the new significant news was not an Observer but instead… Witch Maya, sitting beside Totoro.
When Maya, holding her cane, slowly stood up, she attracted everyone’s attention.
Totoro’s previous performance was nothing short of miraculous. Therefore, everyone was eager to hear what prophecy Witch Maya would reveal.
Among them, many genuinely hoped for Maya’s prophecy, but there were also those with malicious intent, waiting to mock her——
If Maya’s prophecy was less impressive than her disciple’s, how would she face herself?
Regardless of their thoughts, the moment Witch Maya stood up, even the faintest noises vanished as if entering a silent domain.
This absolute silence was, in fact, a form of immense pressure.
For a younger wizard, this might have unsettled them, but Maya, with her age and experience, remained unphased, calmly stating, “This time, I had much I wished to learn, but unfortunately, I did not receive the information I sought.”
As Maya spoke, she glanced at Tuvalu on the other side.
“Although it’s regrettable not to have received the prophecy I sought, I did see fragments of other futures, one of which fills me with doubt… and fear.”
When Maya paused, whispers finally emerged from the crowd. The use of the word “fear” seemed an ominous sign.
What she saw was a Vision of Doomsday.
As Maya’s words fell, everyone’s pupils dilated. The term “vision of doomsday” represented a terrifying implication.
At one time, the majority of prophecy wizards began to express doubts and inquiries.
Amid the commotion, La Pluie once again raised his wand, and the starry secret spell once again enveloped the hall, instantly calming all restless minds.
Yet, the urgency in their eyes remained undiminished.
La Pluie frowned and looked at Maya, “Are you sure it’s a vision of doomsday?”
Maya nodded, “I’m certain, but I don’t know if the fragment I saw is happening in the Southern Region.”
As Maya spoke, she turned to the others and said, “I can use illusion magic to recreate the scene I witnessed, so you can judge for yourselves whether it’s in the Southern Region.”
Naturally, no one declined Maya’s offer to actively project her illusion. They were all eager to know the apocalyptic scene Maya had seen and where exactly it had occurred.
Without hesitation, Maya closed her eyes to conceive the structure of the illusion.
After all, it was a cross-discipline casting, and even if it was just an illusion, Maya couldn’t perform it instantly.
After about ten seconds of waiting, Maya opened her eyes, and countless illusion nodes arranged in front of her slowly constructed a serene meadow landscape.
Although the illusion was slightly ethereal, the scene it portrayed was clear enough for everyone to see.
It was a gently undulating but generally flat meadow. The sky was piercingly blue, and the clouds were spotless white. In the distance, the undulating mountains were faintly visible, while nearby, several lush trees and a lake, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds like a mirror, could be seen.
The grass was green, and the air was filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, all seeming very peaceful.
But everyone already knew from Witch Maya that what she saw was a vision of doomsday.
This meant that all the tranquility before them was just an illusion before the storm.