Then, Haim Horn spoke:

He said, "Since you're so afraid of the prophecy coming true, why don't you let us take the lead in making it happen?"

Rachel seemed a little confused, but Haim Horn quickly began to explain:

"I didn't understand at first, but he explained it to me later."

...

"What you fear is only the uncontrollability of prophecy."

Victor leaned against the round table in the council, engaging in an in-depth discussion with Heim Horn about the prophecy of the Dark Archmage.

Victor, however, disregarded Heim Horn's concerns.

"Instead of being afraid all the time, let's make it happen."

"We are the ones who define the potential consequences of prophecies."

"In this way, the prophecy will be fulfilled, and you will no longer have to worry."

He stretched out one hand, his arm dangling in the air.

Then, under the stunned gaze of Heim Horn, he suddenly gripped it tightly.

"Because our ultimate destiny is always in our own hands."

...

After hearing these words, Rachel fell into deep thought.

Clearly, Viktor offers a completely new perspective on the interpretation of "prophecy":

That is, the "prophecy" exists first, and then someone tries to fulfill it based on the "prophecy".

This not only verifies the authenticity of the "prophecy," but also avoids directly confronting the potentially disastrous consequences of the prophecy.

"Perhaps if we don't take action, the Dark Archmage will never be freed."

"It was precisely because we took this action according to the Grand Master's prophecy that his prophecy was verified."

"Perhaps the Grand Master himself thinks so too."

Heim Horn spoke calmly, his expression resolute, clearly having accepted Victor's view.

Finally, noticing Rachel's still worried expression about the Dark Archmage losing control, he continued:

"Why do you think Viktor called his other elementary school student over as well?"

Upon hearing this, Rachel suddenly remembered Erica, who had come here with Aurelion, and her eyes widened in surprise.

To be honest, at this point, he already had some guesses.

Heim Horn nodded, and then said:

“That’s right, Victor was prepared. We just need to follow the plan.”

"after all……"

...

"Wait, how did I become a Dark Archmage?"

Erica looked down at her enormous, dark body, hardly believing her eyes.

Her mind went blank.

But then, she suddenly thought of something.

"Wait, that magic!?"

Her soul has been transferred into the body of the Dark Archmage?

Erica finally realized what was happening and covered her head with both hands in anguish.

Okay, although she now has three heads, her sole consciousness is concentrated in the central head.

This allows her to at least find her own "mind".

Erica understood now.

So Professor Victor's magic wasn't meant to awaken the Dark Archmage?

Instead, she was made a dark mage!

That's right, since we need the Dark Archmage as our energy source, we also need to ensure that it doesn't get out of control.

That's simple, just make her the Dark Archmage!

So she really has become a tool!

Erica was deeply pained by this.

Although she was pleased to have gained Viktor's trust, however...

She didn't agree to Professor Victor's request to become a dark wizard!

At that moment, she saw the beautiful young woman below lying unconscious on the ground.

She couldn't control her own body to get up; she could only manipulate the body of this ugly, dark archmage.

No! She has to change back!

But the magic has already been cast, and to use it again, one must first get close to one's own body.

First, she needs to reclaim her body before considering how to deal with the Dark Archmage.

Erica leaned down slightly, letting her massive three heads slowly disappear into the depths of the forest.

It cautiously extended its enormous hand, as if afraid of damaging its 'delicate' body.

She watched as the fingers were about to touch her.

Suddenly, a tremor shook the entire Hyjal region.

At the same time, there was a cacophony of voices.

Erica paused for a moment, then looked up and followed the sound to its source.

The next second, countless mages emerged from the darkness not far from the entrance.

Holding staffs, their expressions were resolute, as solemn as an army.

The vast procession of mages marched through the darkness, and upon entering, they saw the enormous, crouching dark archmage.

For a moment, all the mages were stunned.

Similarly, Erica stopped what she was doing when she saw the mages enter.

The mages and the giant Erica stared at each other, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

In the oppressive silence, the mages gradually shifted their gaze to the spot where the Dark Archmage's hand was about to touch.

In the dense forest, a woman lay unconscious.

She wore a black trench coat, her golden ponytail shimmering in the light, and her stunningly beautiful face felt incredibly familiar.

After a brief identification, the monks widened their eyes and exclaimed in shock:

"That...that's Master Erica!!!"

"But how did Master Erica end up here?"

"Don't be silly, Master Erica is definitely here to stop the Dark Archmage from being unsealed!"

For a moment, some people in the crowd exclaimed in surprise, while others expressed their doubts.

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