"No more chatting, let's get down to business." Ovid suddenly withdrew his playful expression, becoming solemn.
"Destiny hasn't left me much time. Mr. Alex, I know what you came for, but my God has instructed me to keep you here temporarily to ask one question."
Alex completely missed the implication of confinement in Ovid's words; he just looked forward blankly, waiting for the question.
"An Extraordinary of the War pathway, what should they be called? What is their ancient name?" He obeyed the divine oracle, asking the question his Deity had posed, his voice containing power compelling the truth.
He himself was actually extremely astonished. With the vast knowledge of a Deity, yet He didn't know the exact name of the lost War pathway.
It should be known that the Angel of Fate stood sixth among the twelve Angels, a noble position, two ranks higher than War in the cosmic order.
