Zayne felt his mind explode.
It all made sense now.
Every piece fit.
There was no such thing as kindness without reason. An astrologer was a profession that peered into fate itself. With Astrachior's power, he could glimpse fragments of the future. Such a terrifying ability naturally came with backlash. But if one possessed immortality, the price of peering into destiny could simply be ignored.
If Astrachior wanted his immortality, then everything suddenly became clear.
Taking him in as a disciple for no apparent reason. Handing him the Apocalypse Ancient Key. Guiding him step by step to this place.
Perhaps the key could only lead to the Eternal Scales while it was inside his body.
That deep familiarity etched into his soul was not an illusion. The Eternal Scales were undeniably bound to him.
Maybe from the very moment he underwent his class awakening, Astrachior had already begun plotting against him. With the terrifying reach of an astrologer, that was entirely possible.
