Alina clenched her fists, dominated by anger.
Moments later, her blood-stained fist slowly relaxed.
When she gets angry, she only stays angry for a while.
Power is the true capital of speech.
She doesn't even have the qualification to be Sofia's opponent.
But once the wheels of fate start turning, those caught within it gradually lose themselves, and the original flow of the river of destiny changes.
Possibly identical or completely different.
Sofia is not the incarnation of a goddess; she does not decide!
Alina's eyes shone dazzlingly, like the stars.
She suddenly stood, her consciousness seeming to roam outside her body, alone gazing at the starry sky.
She seemed to have an insight.
She vaguely touched upon a thread of Astrology's true essence.
Not deduction, not observation, but immersion in the long river of destiny, bathing in the stellar power of fate, constantly strengthening oneself.
When Astrology is cultivated to its peak, it's the Great Prophecy Skill.
