An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 1630

Grace had never seen Elder Sage so distressed.

“Grace, something big is about to go down. I just divined the outcome of the Scenic Monastery incident, and the signs are ominous. It might mess with the fate of the nation,” Elder Sage said with a heavy tone.

“Affect the fate of the nation? Does that mean Logan is going to die?” She raised an eyebrow. Last night, she had specifically reminded and even provided a talisman, hoping that nothing would happen to Logan. Because if he were to fall, it would undoubtedly lead to a cascade of battles, turning the land into a river of blood.

“It has nothing to do with Logan. When I speak of the nation’s fate, I’m talking about a vital force,” Elder Sage furrowed his brow.

He continued, “In this Scenic Monastery incident, someone might disrupt the vital force. If that happens, the nation will be in chaos. A great calamity will be imminent, and the entire Dragonmarsh will undergo a drastic change!”

“Is it that serious?” Grace’s eyebrows tightened.

As a member of the royal family and a disciple of the Regal Observatory, she naturally understood the importance of vital force. Once disrupted, it would lead to political unrest, power transitions, and, in severe cases, even a change of monarchy.

“Master, is there any way to rectify this?” She inquired.

“The die is cast, and there’s no changing it. From now on, we can only go with the flow of fate,” he shook his head with a sigh. Elder Sage had attempted to glimpse into the future, seeking a solution.

Yet, the instant that idea entered his mind, it was as though an unexplainable force had struck him, leaving him with a pounding headache.

It manifested as a premonition-a clear warning. If he were to proceed, he would undoubtedly face severe consequences, as if the universe itself resisted the change.

“The matter is grave. I must return and inform my father. I hope you can understand, Master.” Grace nodded with respect.

“Futile efforts-even the royal family can’t change anything.” Elder Sage shook his head again.

“Regardless, we have to try.” Her gaze remained resolute.

“Very well, you may go.”

Elder Sage no longer stopped Grace, sighing softly. “You carry a unique destiny. Although you can’t defy fate, you might be able to mitigate some losses.”

“Thank you, Master,” Grace said and decisively turned to leave. In Wyvern Ridge, within a grand palace, a majestic statue sat atop a sacred platform, enveloped in the sweet scent of smoldering candles.