"You understand," Vanessa said, studying Nero's silent, expressionless face. It wasn't that his thoughts were revealed on his face, but the length of time he spent silent, as if absorbing the news she shared - or at least considering its insinuations.
With no new Sages, for a time nothing would change. But eventually. A Sage would die - whether it was from war, or from curses, or from old age, a Sage would die. Then, eventually, so would another.
Without Sages to hold down the fort, the curses would wreak havoc. It might not drive humanity to the point of extinction, but the countries would certainly not be able to retain their current state. Without new Sages to bring in fresh blood, and fight off the endless curses, humanity was doomed to a slow, gradual decline.
"How could such a thing happen?" Nero asked, not that he knew much about how one became a Sage.
