"Your Highness," the apostate said before him. "I looked through the Sun Stone into the starry sky and saw that the wound has yet to heal. It portends disaster, blood, flames..."
Roman heard Galin's incessant chatter by his ear.
When would this old man ever shut up? He thought to himself, his gaze focused on the stack of reports and official documents.
Today was Roman's second day in the Lion Territory. When he thought he had escaped all the tedious affairs of Fertile City, Galin quietly appeared before him.
This man was a close friend of Jet and Dick, an elder to Gwivelle, a mentor to Sanna, and had made minor contributions to the establishment of Origin City.
But Galin was not standing before Roman with those identities at this moment.
He used to be an Astrologer, firmly believing in mysterious omens and convinced that a great disaster was imminent.
Because not long ago, a scarlet comet streaked across the sky, leaving a hideous, unhealed scar in the Star Realm.
