Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 794 - 359: Dream-eating Beast

Astraea, among the most veteran astrologers in the Wizard World, was far from unfamiliar with that name.

Yet, hearing it spill from Chloe’s lips sent a faint shiver creeping through her.

This was a cautionary signal emerging from fate’s deepest layers.

Instinctively, her fingers brushed the ancient star disc pendant dangling from her robe’s sleeve.

Formed from a bone-like substance, the pendant’s surface featured intricate lines resembling veins.

Upon detecting significant fate shifts, these lines would glow softly red, pulsing like a living heartbeat.

Right now, it radiated an ominous dark crimson light.

"Grandma Leia?" Chloe sharply picked up on her adoptive mother’s shifting expression, "Do you know this person?"

For a prolonged moment, Astraea stayed silent, her eyes fixed on the desolate terrain outside the window, bathed in sunset’s bloody hue.

Across her lengthy lifespan, scant few matters had ever stirred such deep caution within her.

"Not exactly knowing him personally, but..." exhaustion weighed heavily in her voice:

"This name has surfaced repeatedly in the latest high-level divination assemblies."

She pivoted toward Chloe, concern deeply lining her features:

"Any attempt by someone to probe further into his destiny feels blocked by a superior force shielding him."

Chloe’s fingers softly stroked the star disc before her, picking up its faint tremors:

"I’ve run into the exact same problem. Whenever I seek visions tied to him, disturbing shards always appear..."

"What sort of shards?" Urgency sharpened Astraea’s tone.

"Skies drenched in blood... hordes of warped silhouettes..."

Chloe’s tone turned distant, as though haunted by a dreadful dream:

"Shadows that swallow all light... and a solitary star gleaming amid the turmoil."

Astraea’s pupils narrowed faintly.

With her vast experience as an astrologer, she instantly grasped the implications of those omens.

Crimson skies heralded savage upheavals, contorted forms signaled abyssal corruption, and that isolated star...

"Little Chloe," gravity intensified in her voice beyond measure:

"Your gift for prophecy surpasses mine by far. Yet that very strength places a heavier load on your shoulders."

From her robe sleeve, she drew forth an antique crystal orb swirling with nebula mists inside.

"’Celestial Sphere’—the heirloom my master bestowed upon me—now belongs to you."

Gently, Astraea set the crystal orb in front of Chloe:

"This ’Celestial Sphere’ heightens a seer’s sensory powers, though it heightens the danger of backlash too."

Chloe’s fingertips grazed the orb’s surface, instantly sensing the timeless might locked within.

A mind transcending eras and voids, brimming with eons-old insight and insanity.

"With such intense forebodings striking you," Astraea pressed on:

"You can confirm the reality yourself."

At those words, a slight quiver ran through Chloe.

"Grandma Leia, are you saying..."

"Head to the Abyssal Observation Station." Astraea’s command rang firm:

"That youth is stirring fate’s storms there, and it’s time we paid respects to an elder we all owe—Professor Yutel."

Speaking his name brought reverence to Astraea’s face, mingled with buried thankfulness:

"Back when I’d just advanced to official wizard, my prophetic arrogance nearly doomed me in a reading."

Softness warmed her voice, evoking a cherished recollection:

"Professor Yutel rescued me and showed me the true path to wielding astrology. Plus, as one of the last two mystic scholars alive, he alone can steer your growth ahead."

Chloe gave a quiet nod, resolve overtaking her inner turmoil: "When do we set out?"

"Dusk tomorrow." Astraea settled it firmly, "I’ll file the official request with the station. Regarding your ’Night Mist’..."

Her eyes flicked to the room’s corner, where a huge shadow coiled tightly.

Responding to Astraea’s summons, the shadow slowly unfurled, exposing its eerie form.

A Dream-eating Beast appeared, its frame like an enormous magic carpet.

Up close, that "fabric" proved woven from myriad minuscule tentacles.

Those tentacles writhed without cease, slick with sticky slime that gave off a cloyingly sweet, stomach-turning aroma.

The most unnerving feature was its "face."

A blank expanse of flesh, devoid of eyes or nose, dominated by a perpetual grin radiating ravenous craving.

"Night Mist has grown ready for long-haul flights bearing you."

Comfort laced Astraea’s words, "Its dream-weaving powers will grant you added safeguards."

Upon feeling its master's gaze, the Dream-eating Beast's tentacles started glowing with a gentle blue light, showing its delight.

......

The next day's dusk painted the western frontier's sky in an eerie purplish-red hue.

Two of the three suns had dipped below the horizon, with the final one defiantly casting a bloody glow across the edge of the world.

On the tallest platform of the Astrology Association’s sanctuary, Chloe finished her last preparations for departure.

Next to her, Night Mist gradually spread its wings that resembled nightmares.

Writhing tentacles lined the edges of those wings, swaying softly in the wind and producing a chilling, rustling sound.

"Little Chloe, remember my words."