Radeon broke apart the message and read the code hidden inside it almost at once.
Yet Falcion had asked for more than warning before sending himself to death.
He had one final request.
He wanted the great forces of this Samsara Realm to give him a proper farewell.
So they did. Above the Monasteries of Obstruse and Covert, the skies churned with blood light, divine radiance, killing frost, and a thousand tangled elements crossing one another in a grand and terrible display.
It was a sendoff worthy of a man who had spent most of his life peering where others feared to look.
Falcion had arranged even his death with care. He made it appear as natural as possible, like the end of an old diviner who had finally gone mad from too many deductions.
He let rival powers and old allies alike think he had simply broken under the weight of his own path. He let the world believe senility had hollowed him out.
That was the influence of a diviner.
