Chapter 547 - Chapter 547: Chapter 505: Continent Boiling Over (5K) (2/2)

However, some people, not being swayed by the secrets they already knew, were quietly going about their own business, and Moter was one of them.

“…”

He silently moved to the edge of the Amber District and entered a deserted alley, where a mystically atmospheric fortune-teller’s shop that almost did not seem to exist was located not far ahead.

All along, only certain people guided by an inner force had the chance to come to this alley and find the mysterious shop… Those people often harbored desires they would give anything to fulfill, good or bad, and upon entering the shop, they would receive an opportunity.

After pushing the door open, Moter looked at the black-haired woman sitting inside.

Her name whispered like the night wind, hardly known by anyone in the city, she was known only as “Divine Master,” quietly walking the edge between reality and illusion.

The Divine Master had hair as deep as the night sky, glossy and flowing, casually draped over her shoulders, occasionally lifted by a gentle breeze, revealing her beautiful eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Her eyes were true obsidian gemstones, flickering with a ghostly light, capturing the subtlest emotional ripples and unspoken words in people’s hearts.

When the Divine Master gazed at someone, that person would involuntarily let down their guard and bare their soul.

It was said that everyone who came seeking guidance would have a unique experience; the Divine Master would not directly tell them what would happen in the future, but rather, through carefully designed rituals and dialogue, would guide them to listen to their inner voice, finding an answer hidden deep within their own soul.

“Welcome, sir,” said the Divine Master calmly, her face breaking into a smile.

She used a beautifully carved Obsidian Staff to touch the ground lightly, and the floor seemed to come alive, exhibiting flowing runes and shadows.

Moter was finally ready to speak after a long silence.

“Aunt Hecate, I’ve returned not just for the family meeting but also in need of your help.”

He sat down face-to-face with the “Divine Master,” his expression growing solemn.

“I have something very important to ask you, and I’m afraid that only you in the Fischer family can best respond to my doubts, Aunt Hecate.”

Many visitors were completely unaware, yet Moter was very clear about her true identity behind the disguise.

Hecate Fischer, the outlier within the family, the witch.

The vast majority of outsiders had no idea what Hecate had been doing for these decades; only a handful of Fischer Family’s direct descendants like Moter knew how terrifying she truly was.

The entire Dawn Church, including the increasingly numerous Blood Receivers, those on the Path of Revelation, numbered only a dozen or so individuals, and they all had one thing in common…

That was an extraordinary “arrogance.”

The ones who stepped on the Path of Revelation always “observed” others, taking pleasure in contemplating fate, as if they were more detached from the world’s mortals; their ideals and aspirations had absolutely nothing to do with worldly definitions of success.

They even frequently disregarded their own lives.

So often one type would be like Karno, philosophers eager to explore various truths, and the other type… belonged to Hecate’s kind.

Rather than exploring rules and truths, they preferred to observe the “people,” the changes, emotions, and endings amidst various choices and extreme circumstances.