The little lion peeked through his paws, his digital form flickering slightly as he pulled up a hidden, glowing blue interface map floating in the air between them.
'[Look here, Host,]' the System explained, pointing a paw at a flashing crimson node located far outside the capital's borders, deep within the uncharted northern territories. '[The world's consciousness didn't choose an honorable prince or a hidden saintess as its anchor. The entity carrying eighty percent of the world's core luck is an absolute anomaly. It's a rogue regressor.]'
Heena's eyes sharpened. "A regressor?"
