"Worried about triggering a spacetime paradox? Caution is a good thing."
The Prophet gazed at the azure sea. Without another word, he activated his Ability.
His eyes began to glow with a brilliant golden light. His pupils blazed like the scorching sun, like a pair of eternal golden flames.
Within those eyes, which seemed to be forged from molten Gold, were reflected the infinite transformations of the World. His consciousness soared along the river of time into the future, weaving through a tapestry of all things as he peeked into countless changes and possibilities.
A long while later, the brilliant golden light faded. The chaotic visions before the Prophet's eyes disappeared, and his pupils, once like molten Gold, returned to their reserved black.
"A little interesting..."
He stared blankly into the distance, muttering to himself, as if he had seen some intriguing developments.
"Hey, what did you see? Tell me, tell me!"
