Chapter 201 - The Rupture of the Sacred Country
The Divine Visions of Pope Lucios Galard and of Verdia Solarion were in conflict.
In fact, it wasn’t all that surprising.
Whenever any minimally capable individual made a different decision in response to a given Future Vision, the possible paths of the future would scramble—let alone when someone else also possessed that kind of ability.
This was also why Rygar was free to act on his own in this conflict. If, for example, Lucios decided to set an ambush for one of the Iron Legion’s armies based on a Future Vision, who could guarantee that Rygar wouldn’t sense it?
A bad premonition would likely eat away at him. There was no rational explanation that precisely accounted for this ability; his sixth sense was as mysterious, if not more so, than the Divine Vision itself.
Instinct. Intuition. Omens. Different words for the same invisible echo of the future.
But in that particular battle... it wasn’t Rygar who changed the course of the future. It was his mistress. Verdia.
The kind of Vision that Pope Lucios possessed was, in a way, special. He received "Divine Revelations."
And, unlike the elf, he wasn’t directly on the battlefield at that moment. He was distant, trying to control the variables like a blindfolded chess player.
Verdia’s Vision, however, was different. Though somewhat mysterious and inaccessible... it was also terrifyingly precise.
Whenever her life was in danger, she saw the complete scene of her death or ambush, as if she were watching a movie. She could see the field, the enemy, the exact instant of the fatal strike, and—most importantly—what would cause it.