Ange glanced at the book pages but found them incomprehensible. He pulled back and instead began organizing the grain supplies.
The grains were scattered throughout the Divine Realm, without any packaging, and several types of grain were mixed together. It was apparent how rushed and haphazardly they had been thrown in.
Still, with over nine million tons of grain needing to be stored in the Divine Realm, meticulously arranging them would be nearly impossible. It was likely that grain giants had been summoned one by one to walk in themselves, which led to the scattered piles.
"The Power of the Prophet?" Anthony leaned over to look at the book pages.
Negris shook his head. "No, it's a divination ability, or perhaps astrology. However, with his Omniscience, it allows a certain level of prediction. He foresaw a catastrophic disaster that would cause food shortages, so he stockpiled large amounts of grain in advance."
"Astrology? Better than Tyrone's?" Anthony asked in surprise.
