From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

In the village, Karno lived quietly among the ordinary people.

Life in this village felt extremely relaxed, and he continually observed everyone, silently transforming many of the villagers in secret.

Karno was eager to know what ultimately determined a person's final make-up.

He would guide the villagers down paths where they must make choices.

As night fell, Karno gradually sank into a deep sleep, his mind at peace.

However, in his deep slumber, Karno suddenly experienced an extraordinarily lucid dream.

"Where is this?"

He was startled to find himself walking on a road drenched in blood, where at the end he could see a cold, iron throne, and sitting atop it was a skull stained black.

So it was—the Power of Consecution's "Prophet's" extraordinary power, the Dream Prophecy!

Karno instantly realized what he was witnessing; a Dream Prophecy often signified some type of "crisis" and "opportunity."

Blood, throne, black skull…

He furrowed his brows and continued to stride forward on the blood-soaked path, when suddenly he saw a man squatting on the ground, gnawing frantically on some kind of food.

Karno approached, and the man suddenly turned his head to look at him!

A shock went through his heart subconsciously, then he saw who the man was.

The man was in disarray, appearing extremely aged with white hair all over his head. Karno recognized him as his uncle, "Byrne"!

"Uncle Byrne?" Karno quickly realized it was an illusion within the dream. Find your next read on empire

However, such illusions definitely signified something, and it was certainly closely related to Uncle Byrne.

The squatting "Byrne," swallowing flesh, had a very withered abdomen as though he had not eaten for a long time.

He stared at Karno, muttering to himself.

"I am so hungry… I want to eat it all back, to consume it again, but all my flesh has been gouged out, I simply cannot eat it back…"

"I'm so hungry, I'm going to starve to death, my flesh has been fed to others, who can satisfy my hunger?"

"There's nothing I can do! There's nothing I can do!"

The very aged "Byrne" kept murmuring, his gaze vacant, then abruptly he lifted his head to stare at Karno and reached out abruptly to grab his shoulders.

"Why don't you let me eat you, Karno, you traitor of the Fischer family! Just like your father, a genius, admired and anticipated by all, but you have made no real contribution to the family!"

Karno took a deep breath and shook his head, "I won't."

"Byrne" paused for a moment.

"No matter what, the real Uncle Byrne would never harm me. Each family member is very important deep in the old man's heart."

"Is that so..."

The illusionary "Byrne" seemed thoughtful and gradually disappeared.

After the phantom "Byrne" had completely vanished, Karno breathed a sigh of relief, his brows still furrowed as he continued to move forward.

"The end of this dream is here…"

Reaching the end of the blood-drenched path, he took a deep breath, trembling all over.

Because at the end of this road, Karno saw a very large pit below, filled with horrifying skeletons, twisted and contorted, and many of the dead had their eyes wide open, filled with intense unwillingness, pain, and despair!

And what shocked Karno the most was that all members of the Fischer family were in the pit, every single one of them dead… except for himself!

"Why is this happening?"

He suddenly woke from the dream, his body drenched in cold sweat.

Karno's heart pounded uncontrollably, unable to calm down. After swallowing saliva, he left the house to go outside, gazing at the moon behind the gloomy weather.

The sometimes dim moon in the sky seemed to carry a lethal intent, like some horrific yet beautiful monstrous creature, occluding itself now and then until its killing intent was fully exposed.

He made up his mind.

He would attempt to use the "Precise Prophecy" once!

The final destiny spell of the "Prophet's" Power of Consecution was the "Precise Prophecy," which predicted the future with greater accuracy than the other two kinds, although without action, it would be hard to change it.

However, the destiny spell of "Precise Prophecy" would burn the Prophet's own life span, and the more important and accurate the predicted future, the more life would be consumed.

Karno took a deep breath.

Life span be damned.

He bit open his index finger, allowing the blood to seep out, and crouched on the floor of his home to begin outlining. Soon, he had drawn an array made entirely of active, vibrant blood.

Afterward, Karno took a white candle and placed it in front of the array while he himself sat in the center, with no intention of lighting the candle.

The white candle symbolized all of Karno's lifespan.

If it were to burn out, or even fall to the ground, Karno would die immediately as his lifespan ran out.

So, what should he prophecy?

He closed his eyes, pondering. In the Dream Prophecy, every member of the Fischer family had died. Should he inquire about the cause of their deaths?

"Wait a moment, Uncle Byrne's cause of death seems to be different from the others?"

What exactly was going on?

Ultimately, Karno made an important decision.

He would ask two questions, the first solely about the cause of Uncle Byrne's death, and the second about the cause of death for the entire family.

The Spell was silently chanted in his mouth...

Flames suddenly appeared on the white candle!

Karno's body was struck with a sharp pain, a peculiar sensation of life peeling away from him that made him feel almost transcendently bewildered.

"What was the cause of Uncle Byrne's death?"

As he asked the question, the air around him seemed to freeze, and the night was filled with endless darkness and malice, with numerous eyes from the deepest abyss staring at the man's soul.

"Quick!"

Finally, after five years of his lifespan had been consumed, Karno learned the cause of Uncle Byrne's death!

The whispers and murmurs behind him answered him.

Karno absolutely could not turn back.

"To die from the exhaustion of all one's lifespan…"

He instinctively bent over, breathing deeply, constantly fighting the discomfort in his body, even feeling the urge to vomit, but he committed the predicted future to memory.

"Is it because of this reason..."

Karno knew he needed to persist a little longer, so he reluctantly straightened his back and continued to chant the Spell he had just used before calmly asking the next question.

"Why is the Fischer family going to be nearly wiped out soon?"

The flame burned further down the white candle.

His lifespan was gradually being consumed.

His hair started to turn white at the temples.

The next moment, Karno's eyes widened, and his whole body trembled with fear.

How could this be?

What on earth was that thing!

He saw a huge phantom!

It was a gentleman wearing a white bone bird mask, his massive form as if standing between the sky and the earth, embodying the ultimate representative of death, his mere presence commanding endless authority.

The entire world seemed to slow to a halt.

The next moment, it consciously turned its head!

Karno was struck with immense shock and disbelief, his eyes wide open!

Impossible, it was merely a phantom from the prophecy!

No matter how powerful the actual being was, theoretically it had nothing to do with it!

It was not a living creature, so why would it turn its head to look at him?

This was absolutely impossible!

He instinctively wanted to get up, but suddenly found that he was completely unable to move even an inch, as if frozen in place.

Karno's impatience grew inside him.

Yet, the moment he caught sight of those phantom eyes, he was engulfed by an unparalleled calm, as though a profound peace from deep within his soul had swallowed him.

The next moment, Karno lost consciousness completely.

So that was it, that thing was the reason the Fischer family was to be doomed...