Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 793 - 358: Void Corpse Fusion_3

Ron gravely took hold of the rune stone, its warm radiance shining softly in his grasp.

"I’ll handle it with great care, professor."

"Moreover..." A spark of eager anticipation gleamed in Uther’s gaze:

"The capabilities displayed by your simulation device have far surpassed what I imagined. To flawlessly replicate combat memories of Great Wizard caliber, such technology..."

He halted briefly, his tone turning profoundly serious:

"Should you compile this technology into a proper academic paper with sufficient merit, I will personally endorse it for the Crystal Tower’s flagship journal, Deconstruction."

Ron gave a firm nod, as this matched exactly his intention upon heading back to the Central Lands:

"Right after my return from the abyss, I’ll get straight to completing the paper."

"In that case, start readying yourself for the abyss expedition now."

Uther offered one last piece of advice:

"Keep in mind all we’ve talked about today. Remain alert, yet boldly grasp any chances that arise. The greatest rewards often lie in the heart of peril."

Ron nodded, fully grasping the words. A mix of anxiety and thrill stirred within him for the impending abyss venture.

His personal divination had foretold an almost inevitable clash with the "Eye of the Abyss" Nari.

That primordial being, fiercely guarding its "child," would undoubtedly inspect whoever neared its "treasure."

Yet, this encounter held promise as well...

"The hour grows late indeed."

Ron gathered his essential gear and bid Uther a final farewell:

"Post-expedition, I must head back to the Central Lands to resume instructing the students."

"Proceed, young one."

Uther nodded with heartfelt warmth, "May the stars light your journey ahead."

.........

As dusk fell over the western frontier, three suns of varying hues lingered in the heavens.

The dominant orange-red sun dipped gradually toward the horizon.

Two lesser companion stars remained aloft, weaving shadows and beams across the barren terrain.

Nothing but vast red-brown mountain chains and sporadic ancient spires pulsing with magical energy dotted the landscape.

The atmosphere bore the heavy burden of ages, with each breeze whispering echoes of millennia past.

Nestled far within this forsaken realm stood the Astrological Sanctuary.

A grouping of plain stone structures, yet scrutiny revealed each block aligned to meticulous stellar configurations.

From overhead, the full layout revealed an intricate constellation formation.

It embodied the Observer’s Eye, a legendary emblem reputed to pierce every enigma.

Atop the sanctuary’s tallest tower lay a chamber sealed utterly from external illumination.

No magic crystal lights, no flames from candles, not even starlight pierced the dense obsidian barriers.

Amid this pitch blackness, a lithe form clad in white robes sat motionless before the divination altar.

She was Chloe Star Voice, the Astrology Association’s most dazzling prodigy in hundreds of years.

Her white silk robe shimmered like moonlight amid the gloom.

Most striking was the black silk veiling half her visage.

It formed an age-old sealing rite.

From birth, Chloe’s eyes had radiated a silvery starlight glow, unveiling hidden truths beyond mere surfaces.

Yet that gift proved an overwhelming curse for a child’s fragile psyche.

Endless harrowing visions had nearly shattered her sanity in youth.

The Astrology Association’s elders thus bound her eyes with crafted sealing silk, enabling normal development.

Sightless, she turned to her spiritual senses to sense the world around her.

Upon reaching Official Wizard status, Chloe gained the Meditation Technique trait.

This let her "perceive" branching futures, detect faint fate shifts, and even glimpse major happenings from thousands of miles distant.

Now, her delicate fingers lightly traced the star disc ahead, sensing its faint rhythmic throbs.

Vein-like etchings adorned the star disc’s face.

During divinations, these lines shimmered softly, tracing fate’s paths through the void.

"That sensation returns..."

Chloe spoke softly, yet the anxiety woven into her words rang clear.

Over the last week, potent alerts from the southeast had assailed her, like a colossal calamity gathering force.

Each attempt to delve further met blockage by some unseen barrier.

Such obstruction stood as a profound anomaly in the blind seeress’s long practice.

Slowly, her fingers glided across the star disc, rousing its latent energies via an archaic divination rite.

With the ritual advancing, a soft silver luminescence radiated from the star disc, its patterns slithering like living entities as they reformed into fresh configurations.

Countless shards of potential futures surged into Chloe’s mind:

Deep in the abyssal gloom, an ancient evil stirred awake;

Beneath a sky drenched in blood-red hues, hordes of warped silhouettes frenziedly cavorted;

The silhouette of a youth, bathed in galaxy-like energy brilliance, though his face stayed forever indistinct...

"Ron Ralph..."

Chloe murmured the name tenderly, her brows knitting faintly.

Over the last few months, this name had surfaced more frequently in her visions.

He showed up now as a triumphant conqueror, then as a force of devastation, his presence seeming to dictate the pivotal turns of destiny.

Even odder, any effort to probe deeper into this figure met with fierce backlash.

It was like some ultimate will shielded him on purpose, barring all outer forces from piercing his innermost self.

Such resistance only arose at the most critical junctures of fate.

Precisely as she geared up for a profound delve, the divination chamber’s door eased open.

A voice, elderly yet authoritative, called from without: "Little Chloe, still working on the previous prophecy?"

The newcomer was Astraea Night Song, Grand Elder of the Astrology Association.

This silver-haired lady, seeming around sixty, clad herself in a midnight-blue robe etched with stellar motifs.

Every stride brought subtle bell tinkles from tiny astrological gadgets stitched along her robe’s border.

Astraea had nurtured Chloe since her early years, acting as both teacher and maternal guardian.

However, concern now plainly shadowed the benevolent elder’s eyes.

"Grandma Leia..."

Chloe responded with a touch of unease, "I’ve sensed a very strong premonition of crisis, and..."

She faltered, her tone deepening with gravity:

"My prophetic ability is being interfered with, some crucial information is being deliberately hidden."

Astraea glided toward the divination altar; her vast expertise allowed her to immediately detect the bizarre designs on the star disc.

The Astrology Association’s foremost elder had beheld numerous enigmas, but this scene still unsettled her deeply.

Her fingers softly traced the star disc’s rim, picking up the lingering erratic energy vibrations inside:

"Little Chloe, what exactly were you trying to predict?"

"Abyssal Observation Station..."

Chloe’s whisper grew fainter still, as though wary of rousing some unspeakable force:

"I sensed that something terrible would happen there, and it was related to the young wizard named Ron Ralph."

At the mention of that name, a subtle shift rippled across Astraea’s features.

"Ron Ralph..."

She echoed the name, a tumult of emotions flickering in her amethyst gaze:

"My child, do you know why I pay such close attention to this young man?"