Age of Adepts

Sky City, Prophet's Gauntlet.

Even within the Silver Alliance, the Prophet's High Tower was an exceptionally mysterious and forbidden place.

It was almost unknown to outsiders, and the only people who could enter or leave it were those who wore long silver robes and held a thick book in their arms - the Scrolls Scholars.

The Tower of Prophecy was an important place for the scholars of the scrolls to observe the world and record its hidden secrets.

At this moment, on a small stone platform on the seventh floor of the Tower of Prophecy, a strange old man in a simple white robe with a frail face and a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on his nose was gazing at the Sky City under the warm sunlight.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and turned around to return to the interior of the tower.

This was a magical chamber filled with a strong atmosphere of knowledge, there was little furniture in the room, and instead it was filled with all kinds of strange books stacked on top of each other. All the books were stacked against the wall, leading up to the ten-meter-high roof. They were jumbled and tilted, and it was only because of the weight of the books above that they did not collapse.

Looking around the room, one could hardly see anything other than books. There was a small desk in the middle of the room that was more than half a meter high, and on it were numerous volumes, books, notes and the like that were either spread out, half-hidden, or stacked together.

The path leading to the small desk from where the old man was standing also had piles of books scattered on it. Anyone who wanted to walk here would probably have to be careful, or else a careless mistake would cause a terrible 'collapse'.

With the old man's weakened physique, it was obvious that he would not be able to withstand such a disaster.

Moreover, there were also many magic books among these scrolls whose surfaces glittered with sorcery fluorescence, which would definitely create a terrifying catastrophe for the place once the protective witch array on them was triggered.

At this moment, however, a fresh-faced, young little fellow was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, a strange quill in his hand, writing something on a sheepskin scroll with a brush.

Seeing the old man returning from his distraction, the little guy raised his head, curiosity shining in his large, shiny eyes.

"Teacher, did you see something again?"

It wasn't surprising that the little guy asked so, according to the old man's past, it was his regular habit to go to the rooftop in the afternoon to look out over the surrounding scenery of the Sky City. This time was usually no less than half an hour, and it was his only 'leisure activity'.

The rest of the time, he spent in this sea of books, writing and scratching incessantly, recording important events around the world.

Yes, this is one of the curious abilities of the archivist.

They are the witnesses of history, they are the recorders of history, and their naked eyes can see for millions of miles the mysterious events that have taken place somewhere on the plane. These events may be large or small, but without exception, they can deeply influence the future direction of the entire world....

Scroll scholars didn't need too profound sorcery abilities, but only a pious and convincing belief in fate. If the world of wizards was the world of wizards, then they were the divine magicians within wizards, except that they did not believe in a certain powerful person, but in the long river of fate that was hidden behind the curtain, as if it was a super complex but incredibly precise giant machine that manipulated everything.

They were servants of the power of fate, devout believers in the power of fate.

They never interfered with the workings of fate, but merely acted as humble servants, using their own eyes and pens to observe and record all the major and minor events that affected the development of the entire wizarding world.

Where they appear, it is often a sign of an important event that will change the future course of the world.

They would use their paper and pen to record every historical moment of a genius sorcerer from birth to maturity, and then step onto the pinnacle of glory, and then file them in detail into the secret chamber of the Prophet's Tower.

These documents, these secret scrolls, apart from the scroll scholars, not even the Silver Alliance's main and vice chancellor had the right to access them.

The entire Tower of the Prophet is like a strange organization isolated from the rest of the world, not relying on anyone, not harming anyone, silently examining and monitoring all the important events that happen within the realm at a height that ordinary people cannot understand.

The Eye of Omniscience rests atop the tower of the Prophet.

Any scholar of the Scrolls who is in the Tower of the Prophet will be augmented by the Eye of Omniscience. The entire Wizarding World is like a scroll to them, except for a handful of areas affected by the strange power, which can be unfolded at any time and bet the vision over at any time.

In the eyes of the scroll scholars, the world had no secrets!

At this moment, however, the pale old man with an unassuming appearance who firmly held the entire Prophet's Tower and nearly a hundred Scroll scholars within it appeared to be quite excited, and began to wave his arms unceasingly as soon as he entered the room.

"Fate is flowing... Fate is flowing... The long river of fate has once again sent me a warning, a change and turmoil that will profoundly change the future of the Wizard World is appearing in the middle of the continent! ...Quickly...Quickly...Inform Indar at once, I demand that his eagle team must all be sent out to record everything that happened there! ......."

It was the first time the young scroll apprentice had ever seen his teacher so aroused that he had reached a level of neurosis. He hurriedly brushed aside the scrolls he was transcribing, felt a strange crystal from the depths of the pile of books around him, placed it on the desk and began to slowly play with it and whisper.

A few moments later, light and shadow shifted in mid-air within the book room, and the bust of a middle-aged man with a calm and resolute appearance emerged. On his chest robe, he wore a badge with a scroll and quill engraved on it, and in the middle of his forehead, there was a magic mark of a strange eye painted on it.

It was the emblem of the Omniscient Eye!

"Has something happened to you to summon me in such a hurry, Lord of the Tower?" The visitor bowed to the pale old man with a Judas confused look.

"Indar, send all members of your Eagle Group to the middle of the continent immediately! There, in a place called Ironwood City, major events are taking place. I demand that you must arrive close to observe and give me a complete record of everything that is happening there."

"All members of the Eagle Group?" The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise, but in a whirl he nodded, "Understood, my lord, I'll give the order! I will personally head there and preside over all the arrangements, and will never let you down..."

"Good that you understand! Remember, the threads of fate are forever hidden in the various layers of strange events. Your task is to find the true thread of destiny, to observe and record how destiny affects the future, one person at a time, one event at a time. In particular, you must identify the 'individual' who drives the main line of destiny, he is the core of what we should observe and understand most!"

"Yes!"

As that Indar bowed in response, the busty image slowly disappeared.

Half a quarter of an hour later, out of the various chambers of the Prophet's High Tower suddenly emerged an odd-looking fellow dressed in silver robes and holding a sheepskin scroll and a quill. They came to the stone windows of the tower, transformed themselves into tall, stealthy eagles, and rushed up into the sky with fierce whistles.

The eleven giant eagles circled three times over the Prophet's tower, turned on their wings at the head of the leader, and flew swiftly, without hesitation, toward the middle of the continent.

The young scroll apprentice lying on the platform railing couldn't help but withdraw his envious gaze and had a chance to look at his teacher.

"Teacher, I..."

"Don't even think about it! You're still young, you haven't experienced the world and don't know the viciousness of the human heart outside. You'll be at a big disadvantage if you go out on a trip like this."

"It's always okay if I travel with Uncle Indar, right?"

"Hmph, they're on a mission, they can't possibly be distracted from taking care of you. Besides, how many of the archived secret scrolls in the middle of the continent have you read?"

As soon as the old man mentioned this, the young scroll apprentice's head immediately grew a little bigger.

"Teacher, the entire middle of the continent alone is filled with three hundred secret chambers of archived historical scrolls, and I... I... just saw the year 31428 of the Sorcerer's Calendar..."

"That means you've only learned about 1,500 years of history in the middle of the continent, and there's still 30,000 more years waiting to be pored over! I won't let you travel until you've read the general history of the entire continent and become a true scholar of the scrolls..."

After hearing the old man's reply, the muscles on the young Scrolls apprentice's face couldn't help but twitch violently. He had spent two whole years studying the ancient scrolls day and night, and this was how he had grasped the development and history of the central part of the continent over the last thousand years.

But to extend the historical process that he had mastered to 30,000 years ago, and also include the development history of the three major witch organizations, that terrifying amount of reading just made one despair when thinking about it.

"Thornk, this is the basic skill of a scroll scholar. You can't hold that quill without grinding away the restlessness and laziness of human nature in the voluminous scrolls. Every scholar who steps out of the High Tower of Prophecy and represents the Eye of Omniscience is a trustworthy companion. And you...you are not even close!"

"Then... Teacher, if there are apprentices who can't handle this tedious and boring life and want to give up halfway through, what will happen to them?" Thornc's eyes couldn't help but flicker a bit.

"Haha... where is the Prophet's High Tower, no one can take the secrets of the world from here. If you don't become a Scroll Scholar, then the moment you give up, everything you remember in your mind will disappear."

At this point, the old man leaned on his wand and gazed out the window into the distance, saying leisurely, "No one can take away the secrets from here! They were meant to belong here..."

The young Thornk wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, settled his mind, bowed to the old man, and returned to the wooden table to devote himself to reading and recording.

On top of the tower's spire, a strange eye with a shimmering golden luster was staring tirelessly into the distance.

Where its golden sight was betting, the Fate Mist dissipated, and a scene of light and strangeness presented itself, faintly showing the world under the rule of Fate....