Chapter 120: Ancient Ruin Exploration (5)
Feeling that he might not be able to do anything, he forcefully calmed himself down, suppressing the storm inside. Without another word, he turned around and silently left the place.
Before leaving, he sent a telepathic message to the Saints, instructing them to return. Nichole, after saying a few brief words to the crowd, dismissed everyone and quietly followed after his master.
They all gathered at the rooftop of the academy, where the wind was strong and the view endless.
The old man stood at the edge, gazing up at the vast sky, his eyes filled with bitterness. But there was nothing he could do now. His hands were tied, bound by fate itself.
"Master, did you find the one you were looking for?" Mark asked, stepping forward carefully, trying not to disturb the heavy silence.
But the Whisperer didn’t respond immediately. His silence stretched for a long moment. Just as Alice was about to speak, he finally answered, his voice low and distant.
"He was not among them. When I sent Amelia here, he was still in the academy. But now... he’s gone."
Hearing that, everyone fell silent, the weight of his words settling on their shoulders like a stone.
The Whisperer wanted to tell his disciples about Ray. He tried—he truly did—but whenever he attempted to say anything about him, no words would come out of his mouth. It was as if the air itself refused to carry his voice.
It seems that after the Anomaly plundered Ray’s fate to such an extent, fate itself has become overprotective of him... almost like someone trying to shield a loved one, no matter the cost...
The old man understood that the only reason the fate of someone who was supposed to be a hero could be this damaged was because of the interference of the Fate Disruptor—the Anomaly.