Chapter 767 Unspoken Prophecy

• “In simple terms,” Casper continued, “whatever a superhuman with that gift says becomes fact. How long it takes, how far it spreads—every detail bends to the speaker's strength—yet it always happens.”
• Ten minutes earlier, in the building, the man in an immaculate white robe stood by the panoramic window. Twelve figures knelt at his feet, their uniforms soaked through with other people's blood, the coppery scent of slaughter rising from them like steam.
• Two of the kneeling soldiers traded a quick, uneasy glance. Whatever lay behind their eyes was tangled—fear, duty, maybe even regret—but none dared speak.