"But Grandpa, recently I keep dreaming of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, where a group of monsters descends, turning the continent into a river of blood..."
Hearing Guna's explanation, Norman's face immediately changed. His granddaughter's premonitions were never off the mark.
Without this guiding light, he would've long ended up like other cult companions — ground into dust by others.
"Guna, I'll handle this matter. Don't tell anyone outside!"
After pondering for a moment, Norman seriously instructed her.
Since his granddaughter became powerful, he had reduced contact with his subordinates to avoid exposing his identity.
Now he had no choice but to act; he didn't care if the continent was thrown into chaos, as long as it didn't affect him.
Having lost his ambition, Norman only wanted to be a good grandfather.
According to historical myths and legends, those with prophetic abilities are always movers and shakers of their era.
