Renjiro was quiet before him was a shikiban. He looked at it intently. His Gaze began to grow dark. Again, he performed another divination, but the result came out the same.
And finally, he looked up at the three demigods.
"I see darkness and destruction heading toward us."
The camp was quiet; no movement or voice could be heard within the camp. The hot air blew across the camp, slightly tugging against the tents that were made. The demigods are in the middle of the camp. All arranged in rows and columns. They all looked toward the mini podium that was in front with someone standing there ready to speak to them.
The hot air blew across his face. The sun caused him to sweat. The beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. Rolling down his face and cheeks.
"The last few days have been hellish for us all," Baozhai began talking.
