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Chapter 1077: Chapter 413: Liya, Fire Meteor!

The explosive flames erupted within an instant, spreading outward in fiery waves that extended seven to eight meters, covering almost half of the clock tower’s top level!

Grey Falcon didn’t even manage to let out a scream before his entire body shattered in those flames and turned to ashes.

Laro was also burned—those flames had spread onto his body. But it seemed he had anticipated this all along. Just as he broke free from the trance of envisioning the future, he dove forward preemptively, barely evading the initial explosion and only allowing the flames to scorch his body.

Without hesitation, he rolled on the ground, swiftly extinguishing the flames.

—In just one exchange, their team of four was reduced by one member!

Misfortunes never come alone—at that moment, they happened to trigger the special victory condition!

[Select One of Three: When there are only three ritual participants left, one must be eliminated within the time limit, or all three will be deemed as failures.]

A simultaneous ten-minute countdown appeared in the minds of the three remaining teammates.

—As if the challenge wasn’t hard enough, now they were forced to eliminate one more member!

Instinctively, the three locked eyes with one another.

Before the other two could say anything, Laro practically jumped up from the ground and declared, “I’ll do it!”

“No, Laro!”

The princess called out urgently.

“Hey…”

Even facing such a desperate situation, Laro maintained his usual grin, “If it’s a big deal, I can just surrender, right?”

He turned solemnly to Aleister and said, “Remember the prophecy I just spoke—the one from the Midnight Bard’s ‘Starry Prophecy Poem’!”

“…I understand.”

Aleister nodded seriously.

She did indeed know of this profession.

It was a rare advancement available to Bards of the Path of Beauty if they branched into Astrologers or Prophets within the Path of Adaptation.

At the start of a battle, practitioners of this profession would enter a trance state, reciting “prophecy poems,” which lasted for six seconds.

During boss fights, they typically revealed the opponent’s special mechanics; in group PvP, they would spotlight the strongest enemy player; and in duels, they pointed out the opponent’s most damaging ability.

However, players who chose this profession often did so for its offensive advantages, as it boasted substantial combat power—its appeal lied in its ability to maintain a six-second self-control delay yet still attract participants.