"What is this supposed to mean?" the lead envoy asked in confusion.
"I have no idea. The divination hexes are too bizarre, as if everyone present is under the protection of a new deity." The divining envoy was in a fluster, shaking the compass vigorously, but the needle simply refused to settle.
Just then, a figure in pink approached the two men, and the compass immediately froze, its needle pointing directly at her.
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