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Yun Mo's fingertips hung above the winding ancient runes, trembling slightly. In the study room there was only the soft sound of candle wicks popping occasionally, and his own heartbeat that became increasingly clear. He has been in this family forbidden room for three full days, without any water or rice, relying only on the most basic maintenance spells. At this moment, the last line of the incantation gradually became clear before his eyes, piecing together the complete sentence that he both longed for and feared. "... When the three moons overlap in the sky, the pulse of the core of the world will gradually become chaotic, and the order of elements will collapse like sand." He read the first half in a low voice, his voice dry. This part is consistent with the incomplete prophecy circulated by high-level members of the Parliament, describing the impending "great imbalance" - the "core of the world", the source of magical energy, is losing its stability. Without intervention, the entire magic network will completely collapse at a precisely calculated moment in the future, along with the reality structure attached to it.