Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 807 - 363: The Forgotten... (Part 3)

Satisfied, Ron nodded approvingly. It was exactly this level of professionalism that led him to select Miller’s team.

In harsh conditions like these, the value of seasoned expertise and proper gear is obvious.

Shielded by superior protective gear, he started extracting his divination instruments.

Unlike the typical star disc, the abyssal surroundings blocked the outer stars, demanding alternative divination approaches.

A skilled astrologer like Ron had command over numerous divination arts.

While star divination offers the highest precision, it’s not the sole choice available.

"I must ponder this carefully... which technique best fits this setting."

Blood divination comes first, among the most ancient and perilous techniques.

By harnessing the vital essence in blood, the seer catches fleeting visions of fate’s fragments.

Yet it demands the diviner’s personal blood, heightening the risk of drawing hostile spirits.

Within the abyss’s wicked domain, blood divination’s dangers intensify greatly.

Next up, bone divination employs custom-made bones to foresee events.

Diverse animal bones hold unique prophetic qualities: human ones represent intellect and demise, beast bones embody power and ferocity, and abyssal creature bones detect disordered shifts.

Rune divination follows, foretelling outcomes via archaic rune arrangements.

Safer overall, it requires profound rune magic expertise, yielding obscure results that need thorough decoding.

Finally, dream divination stands as the enigmatic and erratic technique.

Entering a trance-like meditation, the diviner lets awareness brush the divide of dream and waking world to pull out omens.

Particularly hazardous in the abyss, this method.

One slip could ensnare the mind eternally in nightmarish voids.

Weighing the present surroundings and mission needs, Ron settled on blood bone combined divination.

A fused method blending blood and bone divination’s merits, risky yet somewhat manageable.

From his storage bag, he drew forth a carefully assembled kit of divination implements:

Seven finger bones sourced from assorted abyssal beasts, each etched finely with prophetic runes.

An obsidian-carved divination tray, its face etched with vein-resembling motifs.

Plus seven custom candles that release a spirit-attracting aroma upon ignition.

Seven, a figure tied innately to enigmas.

"The core idea behind blood bone divination is..."

As he set up the implements, Ron mentally recited the key principles.

The candles were ignited, each unleashing a unique aroma in the flames:

Rotten sweetness, iron-like tang, floral opulence...

Blending together, these smells formed a bizarre mix hovering between allure and foulness.

"Abyssal creature bones excel at foreseeing chaotic destinies, attuned naturally to abyssal energy waves."

With care, he pierced his left hand’s middle finger, letting drops of blood drip to the tray’s heart.

Upon contact with the obsidian, the vein patterns flared to life, casting a ghostly crimson light.

Unstable, this glow throbbed like a pulse, animating the lifeless form.

Then, bones clutched in his right hand, Ron shut his eyes for meditation.

Spiritual energy had to be channeled into them, stirring dormant ancient recollections.

Deeper into trance, Ron sensed his mind dividing.

One portion stayed anchored in the real, noting ambient warmth, moisture, and teammates’ breaths;

The rest plunged further, linking to the bones’ embedded ancient echoes.

There, disturbing visions unfolded:

Corrosion bugs scurrying through underground mazes, compound eyes mirroring myriad death scenarios;

Shadow spiders spinning fate-webs atop the Flesh and Blood Forest, strands tying to beings’ destinies;

Blood tear flowers drinking agony, briefly spying the tormented one’s tomorrow...

These memory shards fused in Ron’s mind, birthing fresh insight.

Hidden perils around him became "visible," destiny’s strands’ tremors felt keenly.

Into the tray the bones were cast; now magic’s reins slipped from his grasp.

Blood’s pull made the bones in the tray self-organize.

Like performers in an intricate ritual, they clustered then scattered.