63. A Unique Item from the Seer

In a dimly lit tent, illuminated by flickering candlelight, Elizabeth and Virginia sat across from Phales, the enigmatic seer. Phales, wearing a mysterious smile, gazed at them while lightly drumming his fingers on the worn wooden table.

"Your friends are fighting right now," Phales said in a soft, cryptic tone. "But it's not yet time for you to leave."

Virginia narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "What do you mean? If they were truly fighting, the Navigator would have contacted us. We've received no commands so far."

Elizabeth turned to Virginia, her brows furrowed. "Virginia, you're right. I haven't heard the Navigator's voice since we entered this tent. What's going on here?"

Phales chuckled softly, the sound almost serpentine, and shook his head. "Ah, an excellent question. This tent holds a unique power—a magic that severs the connection between combat units and their Navigator."