The doubled itching made the corners of Elysia and Robin's mouths twitch uncontrollably. This must be one of the drawbacks of having a single soul in multiple bodies; for better or worse, her senses were now quadrupled.
Just imagine if all four of her were captured, bound, and tickled under their armpits and on the soles of their feet with feathers. How agonizing would that be?
Fortunately, having four bodies had also greatly enhanced her willpower. Forcing her twitching mouth to still, she found the itching... tolerable.
But apart from the flower-induced itching, another critical problem loomed: the soft, unstable ground of the flower field. With each step, the heels of Robin's high heels sank into the earth, making every stride a torment for her ankles.
Her gaze settled on Elysia, the other version of herself, walking ahead. Ideally, Elysia could simply pick Robin up and carry her across the field. However, with Yu Lin nearby, and given that Elysia and Robin had supposedly only just met, such an intimate gesture would seem rather strange.
"You've arrived," the Prophet said, her eyes tightly shut and her back partially turned to the group. Her head was tilted slightly upward, giving Robin and the others only a glimpse of her profile. The scene had an undeniable air of otherworldly wisdom.
But then Yu Lin suddenly raised her small hand and exclaimed, "Huh? Are you... blind? We're over here! You're facing the wrong way!"
The Prophet remained silent, her face impassive.
Robin and Elysia exchanged awkward glances.
Yu Lin's blunt remark shattered the carefully cultivated atmosphere of mystique. Robin even noticed the corner of the Prophet's mouth twitch slightly.
Yu Lin, you're just too straightforward, Robin thought.
"Ahem," Robin cleared her throat. Her gentle voice filled the air. "Prophet, is there something you wished to discuss with me?"
"Robin," the Prophet began, her first words nearly causing Robin to lose her composure, "I implore you... to save this world."
The Prophet slowly turned to face Robin directly, her expression grave. "Since the birth of Dimensional Rifts, their frequency has been accelerating, and the scale of the disasters they cause has been growing exponentially."
She continued, "For instance, Dimensional Rifts directly connecting to other 'Complete Worlds' were unheard of until recently. Yet in just the past few months, two such rifts have emerged: the one in Sakura Nation, and the one involving Elysia and the Scholar."
"This phenomenon will reach its peak in three years," the Prophet warned. "At that time, the most terrifying Dimensional Rift—a catastrophic event of immense scale—will descend upon this planet. Robin, only you can save this world, by harnessing the power of the Harmony Emanator..."
Despite Firefly and Elysia's apparent strength, Robin remains the most powerful among the four versions of herself in terms of theoretical combat ability. During her experience in the Martyr's Dream Realm, she clearly learned how to summon the Harmony Emanator—knowledge willingly shared by Sunday within the dream.
Though Firefly and Elysia were strong, they were still far from reaching the level of an Emanator. Robin visibly stiffened at the Prophet's words.
Three years later? A catastrophic disaster? Only an Emanator-level force could resolve it?
The thought inevitably brought to mind the already-destroyed Little Glutton's World. Whether due to the Prophet's identity or Robin's own experience with the Dimensional Rift in Little Glutton's World, she immediately believed the Prophet's words.
"What kind of disaster is it?" Robin asked.
"I don't know," the Prophet replied, shaking her head, much to Robin's surprise. "My ability can only foresee up to July 30th, three years from now. A massive Dimensional Rift, covering half the sky, will appear. After that, my visions cease."
Perhaps something emerging from that rift would block the Prophet's ability. Or perhaps the world would be destroyed by then, leaving nothing left to foresee.
Or perhaps both were true.
"Three years...?" Elysia murmured to herself, mentally summoning the System Panel. A glance revealed that her "True Self" percentage had barely crept past thirty percent—a glacial pace.
Though Elysia's mission, "True Self," seemed the simplest of the four, it now appeared it would take the longest to complete.
At this rate, she estimated it would be another half-year before she could draw her next character. Even at the slowest possible estimate, she calculated she'd acquire at least five or six more "bodies" within those three years.
If just one of those five or six pulls yielded an Emanator-level combatant, dealing with the impending "Doomsday Cataclysm" three years hence would be a breeze.
And if not? It would merely complicate things slightly. As the Prophet had suggested, Robin could attempt to summon a Harmony Emanator instead.
In short, this so-called disaster didn't seem nearly as terrifying as its name implied.
All fearsome things crumble to dust before absolute power, like bubbles in the wind.
With this realization, Robin nodded firmly. "If a world-engulfing catastrophe truly comes to pass, I will devote every ounce of my strength to stopping it."