Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 808 - 364: No One Can Hurt My Child!

Miller and his companions observed the ritual with bated breath.

Though clueless about divination, they all sensed the eerie, enigmatic presence lingering in the atmosphere.

"Damn, this thing looks like some kind of evil ritual," Blake whispered under his breath, his hand tightening instinctively around the War Axe.

"Shut up, Blake," Camilla shot him a fierce glare, "Any interference could disrupt the divination results."

Several minutes passed, and the bones finally ceased their motion, arranging into a sinister formation on the divination board.

The seven bones twisted into a warped star pattern, yet Ron spotted an oddity right away:

Three bones aligned toward the same spot—plunging further into the Abyss.

Blood within the divination board started flowing on its own.

It traced linking paths between the bones, weaving an intricate web where the central node matched Ron’s exact location.

Every image remained cryptic, demanding the diviner’s expertise and instincts for deciphering.

"Time to interpret..."

Ron fixed his gaze on the elaborate design, drawing from his astrology expertise to commence the breakdown.

First off, those three bones aimed identically—a classic sign of "fate convergence" in ancient divination.

This foretold an inevitable major event awaiting the diviner in that direction, inescapable regardless of any path alterations.

Yet the bones offered no specifics on what precisely lay ahead.

Ron had to infer from additional clues.

Corrosion worm bones aimed at deeper levels hinted at themes of decay and renewal, perhaps some kind of metamorphosis;

The blood-tear flower’s alignment evoked a mix of agony and fervor, promising intense emotional upheaval;

Most eye-catching was the Mutant Beast bone’s role, symbolizing revival and optimism.

"Three utterly distinct icons all directing the same way..."

Ron pondered inwardly:

"This could signify meeting a multifaceted entity blending ruinous and generative qualities."

Now came the scrutiny of the blood-line network.

Amid it, Ron identified familiar classic motifs:

A pentagram denoting safeguard, suggesting a shielding influence nearby;

An infinity loop indicating linkage, presaging an everlasting tie;

Plus intricate designs tied to ancestry, legacy, and selfhood.

"The web centers on me, yet its fringes stretch out in various directions..."

Ron pressed on with his reading:

"This shows the incident won’t be mere bilateral interaction but will draw in external powers."

The blood’s pattern kept shifting.

Up in the northeast section of the board, blood coalesced into a hazy human outline.

Tiny in stature, it evoked an embryo or infant.

Gradually, though, this figure linked up with nearby blood threads, forging a unique relational grid.

"That’s the Stand-In Puppet emblem," Ron’s pulse quickened a bit:

"The blood divination confirms my Abyss encounters tie directly to the puppet."

Within this scenario, it likely pointed to forming a distinctive bond.

More blood transformations revealed further ominous sights on the board.

Down south, blood shaped a massive eye encircled by myriad tentacle-resembling lines.

Ron committed this vital detail to memory.

Yet the true jolt came from the tie between this enormous eye and the diminutive figure.

Blood crafted a unique link pattern linking them—not a mere line, but a coiled helix formation.

Traditional lore gave this helix profound significance.

It stood for blood kinship, particularly family ties.

Blood shifts persisted, but the next formation baffled Ron further.

In the board’s northern zone, a vague human form emerged, markedly unlike his own.

Slimmer and more graceful, it conveyed femininity.

Crimson vortices of peril and allure swirled around this figure.

"A third force at play?" Ron furrowed his brow, "A woman, posing a definite danger."

Adding to the unease, this feminine form also connected via blood line to Ron’s central hub.

That link gleamed dark red, symbolizing bloodshed, strife, and dire dilemmas in divination.

"Threats converging from all sides..." Ron grasped the situation’s tangled depth.

Quickly, ominous shifts emerged on the divination board.

The blood surged turbulently, manifesting visions of fierce battles.

Innumerable warped shapes clashed within a vast blood ocean, featuring humanoid forms alongside utterly bizarre extraterrestrial entities.

All the strife zeroed in on several tiny outlines symbolizing Ron’s teammates.

"If tackled through standard means..."

These disturbing visions underwent his meticulous examination:

"Miller and the rest would fall as victims in the clash; the divination leaves no doubt, their odds of survival are nearly nil."

The concluding vision solidly validated his assessment.

From the blood surfaced hazy depictions of Miller, Blake, Camilla, and their companions.

Yet each of these forms was encircled by thick black mist, heralding the inescapable grip of death.