Jeff suddenly laughed. A low, almost mocking laugh.
"The prophecy…?" he repeated. "It's flawed."
Ferrero stiffened.
"It claims there are only five individuals with superior blood," Jeff continued calmly. "But from what I've seen… there are six."
Ferrero frowned deeply. "What are you even talking about…?"
Then, as if remembering something, his expression darkened. "…Forget that. Tell me what you saw," he demanded. "My past life. What did you see?"
Jeff's smile returned, faint but unsettling. "Oh… that?" he said lightly.
He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly. "In your past life… you took Ivy's power."
Ferrero froze. "The ability to summon supplies… it transferred to you," Jeff continued. "And not just that…"
His eyes gleamed. "Ivy's luck… her fate… you absorbed everything."
"And in the end…" Jeff added softly, "she was left with nothing."
