As one of the most seasoned astrologers in the Wizard World, Astraea was certainly not unfamiliar with that name.
But when it came from Chloe’s mouth, it made her feel a subtle chill.
It was a warning from the depths of fate.
Her fingers instinctively touched the ancient star disc pendant on her robe sleeve.
The pendant was made from some sort of bone-like material, with surface covered in vein-like fine lines.
Whenever sensing a major fate fluctuation, these lines would faintly redden, like a living pulse.
At this moment, it was emitting an unsettling dark red glow.
"Grandma Leia?" Chloe keenly noticed the change in her adoptive mother’s mood, "Do you know this person?"
Astraea remained silent for a long time, eyes gazing at the barren land dyed red by the sunset outside the window.
In her long life, hardly anything made her this cautious.
"Not so much as knowing, but..." her voice carried a deep fatigue:
"In the recent few high-level divination meetings, this name has come up very frequently."
She turned to face Chloe, worry etched on her face:
"Whenever someone tries to delve deeper into predicting his future, it feels like some higher existence is deliberately protecting him."
Chloe’s hand gently caressed the star disc before her, sensing the subtle vibrations emanating from it:
"I’ve encountered the same issue. Every time I try to glimpse a future related to him, I always see... some unsettling fragments."
"What kind of fragments?" Astraea’s tone became urgent.
"Blood-red skies... countless twisted figures..."
Chloe’s voice became ethereal, as if recalling a nightmare:
"And shadows devouring light... alongside a star shining alone in the chaos."
Astraea’s pupils slightly contracted.
As an experienced astrologer, she naturally understood the meaning of these symbols.
Blood-red skies denote bloody revolution, twisted figures symbolize the erosion of the abyss, and that lone star...
"Little Chloe," her voice became more serious than ever:
"Your prophetic talent is far stronger than mine. But at the same time, it also means you bear a greater burden."
She took out an ancient crystal ball from her robe sleeve, its interior filled with nebula-like mist.
"This is the legacy item my master gave me—’Celestial Sphere,’ now I pass it on to you."
Astraea carefully placed the crystal ball in front of Chloe:
"The ’Celestial Sphere’ can amplify a diviner’s perception ability, but at the same time, it increases the risk of rebound."
Chloe’s hand lightly touched the surface of the crystal ball, immediately feeling the ancient power contained within.
It was a consciousness beyond time and space, carrying wisdom and madness accumulated over thousands of years.
"If you truly felt such strong premonition warnings," Astraea continued:
"You can personally verify the truth."
Hearing this suggestion, Chloe trembled slightly.
"Grandma Leia, you mean..."
"Go to the Abyssal Observation Station." Astraea’s words were decisive:
"Not only is the young man triggering fate upheaval there, but also an old gentleman we should all visit—Professor Yutel."
Upon mentioning this name, Astraea’s expression bore respect and some deeply hidden gratitude:
"I had just become an official wizard and was overconfident in my prophetic talent, almost getting rebounded in a divination."
Her voice became gentle, as if recalling a precious memory:
"Professor Yutel not only saved me but also taught me how to properly employ astrology.
Moreover, he is one of only two remaining mystic scholars in this world; if anyone can guide your further development, it can only be him."
Chloe nodded silently, her inner unease replaced by determination: "When do I depart?"
"Tomorrow at dusk." Astraea made the decision, "I will submit a formal application to the observation station over there. As for your ’Night Mist’..."
She glanced at the corner of the room, where a massive shadow was curled up.
With Astraea’s call, the shadow gradually unfolded, revealing a disquieting shape.
It was a Dream-eating Beast, its body resembling a giant magic carpet.
On closer inspection, its "fabric" was actually woven from countless tiny tentacles.
These tentacles moved incessantly, their surface covered in moist mucus, exuding a sweet yet nauseating scent.
Most disconcerting was its "face."
It was a smooth, fleshy surface with no eyes, no nose, only an eternally smiling mouth carrying a hunger-like longing.
"Night Mist is mature enough to carry you on long-distance flights."
Astraea’s voice carried a sense of comfort, "And its dream-creating ability can provide you extra protection."
The Dream-eating Beast sensed its master’s gaze, the surface of its tentacles began to radiate a soft blue light, its way of expressing pleasure.
......
At dusk the next day, the sky at the western frontier was tinged with a bizarre purplish-red color.
Three suns had already set two wheels, leaving only the last wheel stubbornly emitting blood-colored light on the horizon.
At the highest platform of the Astrology Association’s sanctuary, Chloe was completing her final departure preparations.
Beside her, Night Mist was slowly unfolding its nightmare-like wings.
These wings’ edges were covered with writhing tentacles, swaying gently in the breeze, emitting a spine-chilling rustle.
"Little Chloe, remember my words."