In the south of France, in a deserted expanse of the sea, a sailboat with its activity platforms extended floated quietly upon the water.
On a seat in the deck lounge area, a young man in swim trunks was intently staring at a crystal ball wreathed in white mist, as if trying to discern something from within it.
After a moment, the young man seemed to actually make something out, sighed softly, and murmured, "So it has really happened after all?"
Chapter 1073