Myrdal Herseim!

Theo stiffened at the unexpected name. It wasn’t surprising that Myrdal was treated as a sage by the elves. In a world where the high elves couldn’t call the elemental rulers without borrowing the power of the world tree, Myrdal, however, had managed to call one with his own power.

This phenomenal feat was more than enough of a reason for him to be a valued guest of Elvenheim.

“Sage Myrdal once said this.” Ellenoa ignored Theo’s inner turmoil and started to recite the prophecy in a calm voice, “After a long time, the sixth dancer will open their eyes, and forgotten beings will awaken from a deep sleep. Two countries will compete against each other and summon an indescribable disaster. But there is no need to be afraid. The guest who comes from a distant place will avert the disaster. Once that happens, please guide the guest here.”

“... Is that the prophecy?”

“Yes.”

It was like a mysterious puzzle, but Theo felt a chill at the unerring precision of the prophecy.

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