The prophecy of the four-leaf clover, the whisper of the book of fate

Deep within the Fairy Bank of Floating Cloud Tower, amidst the shimmering light of bookshelves, a thin book adorned with four-leaf clover patterns floats silently. It lacks the opulence of Lori's Book of Destiny and the mystery of Blue Peacock's Book of Destiny, yet it exudes a gentle yet powerful aura—this is Clover's Book of Destiny, a newly awakened secret vessel belonging to the little four-leaf clover fairy.

The pages turned slowly without wind, revealing lines of clear, ancient, and weighty ink on the yellowed paper, carrying a prophecy: Fate brought us together, and we will be all that exists; the world will be destroyed, but humanity's highest power will prevail. At the end of the words, a small four-leaf clover crown gleamed, a token belonging exclusively to Clover, the key to her awakening power.

This line of text is not merely a simple prophecy; it is more like a key to unlocking a new era. It foreshadows that those dormant identities, those creatures lurking in the corners of the world, will soon emerge one by one, following the trajectory of destiny.

The wings of the bird demon Zhang Xuemeng will sweep across the city, the petals of the flower demon Hua Lingxue will scatter along the forest paths, the ice crystals of the snow demon Xue will freeze into the sighs of winter, and the figure of the rabbit demon Xue Linqian will leap across the lush grasslands; the footsteps of the lonely demon Ye Kechun will traverse the desolate wilderness, the scepter of the Yama King's successor, the Divine Realm, will measure the boundary between life and death, and the frost of the Ice Lord Han Bingjing will freeze the rampant darkness; the radiance of the gods will envelop the protagonist group's journey, and the fingertips of the Daughter of Nature Han Mengxue will awaken the slumbering earth.

Those beings that have not been given names, such as the warm breeze of the goddess of spring, the gentle light of the goddess of the moon, the whispers of the god of life, and the heatwave of the god of summer, will not descend in their true form, but will transform into avatars and hide in the everyday life of the human world—perhaps a flower quietly blooming on the street, perhaps a fleeting star in the night sky, or perhaps a faint sigh in the wind.

The wings of fallen angels will sweep across the shadows, the gifts of the God of Gifts will be hidden in unexpected corners, and the ears of wheat of the Goddess of Harvest will bend with heavy heads; the princesses of the Sanctuary will embark on their journey with the radiance of the constellations, the controllers of the elements will unleash waves of magic, and the possessor of the Codex of Flowers will protect the last glory of the continent of Labbel.

The shadow of the forbidden princess will quietly grow in the shadow of prophecy, and the identity of the king's sister will become a hidden pawn to stir up the storm; those figures belonging to the second and third seasons, the waves of the dolphin demon, the call of the animal god, and the majesty of the goddess queen will also be foreshadowed at this moment, waiting for the gears of fate to turn.

The pages closed gently, and the four-leaf clover crown shone even brighter, echoing the other Books of Destiny deep within the Floating Cloud Tower. Luo Li's golden flower crown, the blue peacock's green hairpin, and Jasmine's two candies all gleamed faintly under the influence of this aura.

Meanwhile, in a classroom in the human world, Wen Zike, nestled in the last row, was holding a clover doll, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the four-leaf clover pattern on her skirt. She was unaware that the Book of Destiny in the Floating Cloud Tower had already written a magnificent future for her, Clover, and for this world.

Outside the window, Prince Minsk's silver figure flashed by again, a glint of predatory gleam in his icy blue eyes. He seemed to have sensed the unusual activity at Floating Cloud Tower, and the power contained within the four-leaf clover prophecy; the cold smile on his lips grew even more pronounced.

"The highest power of mankind..." he repeated the words of the prophecy in a low voice, his figure disappearing around the street corner. "Then let me see just how much of a storm this so-called highest power can stir up."

The threads of fate have quietly intertwined. The prophecy of the four-leaf clover is slowly coming true. Those dormant identities, those hidden clones, are about to begin their own symphony on this land.