"Place your hand on the Crystal Ball, close your eyes, and relax your body. Let destiny decide everything."
Following the Prophet's instructions, Anvis extended his pale, slender right hand and gently placed it on the Crystal Ball.
The smooth and cold sensation spread from his palm. Although reason told him that the power of the Wish Technique would likely be arranged for him again.
Yet, when the test actually began, Anvis still felt somewhat anxious.
"Relax."
The Prophet immediately sensed Anvis's nervousness. In fact, most people who took the test had similar reactions.
"Don't be nervous, Master Anvis. It's not scary. If you have the talent, you will randomly see a small glimpse of the future."
Anvis nodded, took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and focused all his attention on perception, gradually entering a state akin to meditation.
Initially, Anvis felt nothing other than the hard texture of the Crystal Ball itself.
