Once he drank the water, Alex found himself in another trance that showed him more visions.
He saw the vague silhouette of a girl, which changed to another girl, and then another one.
He saw lightning crackle all around him, some came from heaven and some from somewhere else.
He saw a circle, one that shocked him to his core.
He saw himself losing a power that someone else gained.
He saw the truth behind his existence.
Alex woke back up. “What was that?” he thought. Compared to the other two visions, this one had more visions for him to see and was more sporadic. He didn’t understand what those visions represented.
What were the girls about? Were they real? Did this well know who he was going to meet? What about the lightning? What was that lightning for?
The feelings of the vision, rather than the vision itself were what remained with him after he was out of the trance so he didn’t know what he had actually seen.
Alex mulled over his feelings for a while before standing up to go to the next well.
The man working at the 7th well did not fill his cup, instead, he explained what he was to do there.
“You will have to submerge here. The prophecies do not work by just drinking from here forth,” the young man said.
‘Prophecies huh?’ Alex thought. The wells were big and could fit about 10 people at once, but there were already people in there, so Alex had to get into a line once again.
After a while, his turn came and so he jumped into the water. He slowly sank to the bottom of the well, waiting to fall into some sort of trance but nothing happened.
Instead, he heard a loud and archaic voice that filled his mind.
“You hold the key to a fallen power. You shall help restore that power, and that shall bring your death.”
The single sentence was all Alex got to hear in the well, and that was all he needed to hear. The deep archaic voice rang in his ears and his mind for a long time before he flew back out of the well.
Alex sat by the grass once again, thinking back to what he had just heard.
“I hold a key to a fallen power?” he thought to himself. What was that power? The problem in his mind with the prophecy wasn’t that it didn’t make sense, but it made way too much sense to understand what it was talking about.
He had many things that could be considered key to some sort of power. He had the Nine Heaven’s Yang tree’s seeds and leaves, which could be used to restore a power that had fallen.
He had the seed of the world tree, which could be used to restore another power that had fallen.
He had Pearl, who was the key to restoring the White Tiger’s legacy that had fallen as well.
He also had Godslayer, who in a way was a power that had fallen too.
Maybe Alchemy God was considered a power that had fallen since Godslayer had supposedly killed him. Or maybe the Undying God was a power that had fallen, which he was restoring.
There were so many options, and as such, if he were to believe that prophecy, then each one of them was going to signal his death.
‘Fuck, what do I do now?’ Alex started to worry. This was going to make him feel unnerved regarding every little action that went to help people.
“What is going on?” a voice boomed in Alex’s head as it stirred around in anger. “Kid are you okay? Whose intent was that?”
“Intent?” Alex asked with a surprised look on his face. He hadn’t even realized there was some sort of intent in those prophecies. He closed his eyes and went into his spiritual sea to speak with Godslayer.
“It’s fine, or at least I think it’s fine,” Alex said as he looked around the spiritual sea to see if the Intent had gone anything to him.
“What was that?” Godslayer asked.
“I’m at a place called the Nine Wells of Time. That just now was a prophecy from one of the wells,” Alex said.
“Prophecy? From a well? What sort of sham is this? Do you think divination is such an easy task that one can do it without even being present?” the spirit asked.
“I… don’t really know anything about Divination,” Alex said truthfully.
“Do you know how well someone’s understanding of the Dao of Time has to be for them to even begin to hope to see an image of the future?” the spirit asked.
“So… what I heard was not true?” Alex asked.
The spirit paused for a moment. “More likely than not, yes,” it said. “Even if the divination isn’t a sham and someone did divine something from the future, more times than not, it is a wrong future that can be easily changed.”
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