A hint of doubt appeared on Isabella’s beautiful half-face.
"Maggs, sending the Holy Disc to grant the Throne Seed is completely a futile effort."
Her tone carried obvious dissatisfaction:
"The Throne Seed that you personally extracted by expending your power, combined with the seeds generated by the significant power consumption of the other apostles.
Hundreds have been scattered over the millennia, yet there are hardly any who have even become ordinary apostles, let alone higher beings capable of becoming our companions."
Nas’s nebulous body slightly fluctuated, and the eyes around his heart flickered with a complex light.
"I also agree with Isabella’s point of view."
His voice was extremely harsh and unpleasant, interspersed with the crackling sounds of current:
"The timeline shows that the probability of success remains negligible. Why invest so much effort into this human?"
Maggs paused for a moment, and the black threads composing his body slightly trembled.
"You are right." He eventually spoke, his voice as indifferent as always:
"But this time is different; I injected a significant amount of concentrated energy to extract this seed. It wasn’t a casual try, but I hold high hopes for that Ron."
The nine eyes on the mask flickered simultaneously, emitting a profound light.
"After all, even when I use my own core abilities, I cannot observe Ron’s fate trajectory."
This statement exploded like a bomb in the space.
Both Isabella and Nas were noticeably extremely surprised, the former losing her usual composure on her half-face, while the latter’s nebulous body fluctuated violently, almost about to disperse.
"This... how is this possible?" Isabella asked in astonishment:
"Your ’threads’ can see through past and future, even at the level of observing traces of the Witch King; how can it not see the fate of an ordinary human?"
Nas’s heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the eyes around him spun wildly, seemingly calculating various possibilities.
"There are only two explanations." His voice carried a rare shock:
"Either there is a powerful being behind this person capable of interfering with or even blocking your abilities..."
"Or he has some form of special talent beyond conventional understanding."
Maggs picked up the conversation, and the nine eyes on his mask blinked in sequence: "Or both."
Silence enveloped the entire space.
It was rare for the Supreme Apostles to be surprised, after all, throughout the long years, they had witnessed almost every possible miracle and mutation.
"If... if he truly has that potential..." Isabella’s voice carried a barely noticeable hint of anticipation:
"Perhaps we might finally find the successor to the Fourteenth Throne?"
Maggs’s thread-like body slightly expanded, and the nine eyes on his mask lit up simultaneously, emitting a dazzling light.
"This is why I am willing to invest so much effort."
His voice remained unchanged, but the power within it caused the entire space to tremble:
"Since the end of the Third Era when our ranks of thirteen were all formed, the Fourteenth Throne has remained vacant.
Perhaps, the long-awaited successor has finally appeared."
Nas’s nebulous body began to rotate slowly, and that heart filled with eyes was beating violently.
Isabella gently caressed her flawless half-face, her fingertips tracing an imperceptible line.
"I still remember how I became like this."
Her voice carried a hint of nostalgia, along with an unmistakable resentment:
"Originally, I was merely a fairly gifted Morning Star Level Wizard, and because I sought a higher realm, I explored the Abyss, ultimately being lured by the seed to choose the path of awakening."
Maggs didn’t say much more, his thread-like body slightly fluctuating, as if in a sigh.
"This is why we need more of our kind."
His voice bore no guilt or remorse:
"Each of us was once a genius of the Surface World, with the potential to reach the Dark Sun Wizard and even higher levels.
But we were all lured here, trapped in this abyssal prison."
Nas’ nebulous body spread out, enveloping the surrounding space.
Nas’ nebulous body tremored violently, and the eyes around his heart turned restlessly.
"It is awakening."
Nas said deeply, his voice filled with an intense sense of fear:
"I can feel it, not just us, all the apostles can feel it—the Great Abyss itself is awakening."
"Every new apostle is a new cell, a new anchor point for this vast organism that is the abyss."
His voice came from all directions:
"The constraints we feel are actually its control and absorption of us. The more it awakens, the more restricted we become."
"And all we can do is create more of our kind."
Maggs added, his voice carrying an indescribable twisted sense of pleasure:
"Those with the potential to become Great Wizards or even Witch Kings, those who could be potential threats to it...
are lured one by one to this place, transforming into its nourishment and servants."
Isabella let out a sharp laugh, her perfect half-face twisted into a terrifying expression.
"How ironic that those most likely to challenge its existence ultimately become its most loyal servants."
She said softly, her silver eyes flickering with a madness:
"And we, the so-called Supreme Apostles, are merely higher-level prison guardians."
Maggs offered no rebuttal, the nine eyes on his mask blinked in succession, as though pondering something.