A sailing vessel carrying twenty people set off from Ajia's harbor on an inconspicuous dawn.
High Priest Ora stood at the bow, beside him was the priest who had been blinded by the Hermit.
"Could you repeat that prophecy for me, High Priest?"
After speaking, the blind priest silently muttered a prayer,
"May Kagawus enlighten me, you are the mysterious prophecy."
High Priest Ora hesitated for a moment and then slowly said,
"In the vision of that prophecy, on Solitary Island, besides the Hermit, there was also a young man."
"A young man? The Hermit's disciple?"
"Perhaps."
High Priest Ora paused, then continued,
"The prophecy states that the Hermit must take our ship to Ajia Land."
Upon hearing this, the blind priest subconsciously stroked the mast.
Judging from the long-standing experience of Kagawus's priests, this prophecy did not seem ambiguous; it sounded very clear.
"Alright, I hope this journey will have a good return."
The blind priest said slowly.
