Perhaps because large-scale fluctuations in magic affected atmospheric activity, the wind within the Great Wall seemed never to stop. These endlessly turbulent winds flowed recklessly over the weathered and eroded land without regard for season or pattern, sweeping up polluted dust, sweeping up fragments of bygone civilization, and carrying them day after day across this dead earth. Amid these unceasing winds, almost nothing new had happened in the Gondor Wasteland for centuries.
But now, things had changed—the plan that had been brewing for centuries was finally being put into action. Like the gears of fate meshing and turning, a machine that had lain dormant for a long time was quietly beginning to operate beyond the sight of Human Civilization.
It was gradually pushing this world toward a destined future, yet the mediocre mortals outside the Great Wall did not even know that this machine existed.
"Just as the God of Fate said—fate has begun to move forward," Feilna murmured dreamily as she watched the Aberrant giants working amid the ruins of the massive structure. "From here, one tiny change, then a chain of tiny changes, and in the end, what turns is the future of the entire planet... How marvelous."
"Fate is indeed marvelous. Unfortunately, the so-called God of Fate was merely a pitiful being who could not last even a few hours before the fleet," Raina said immediately afterward. "Ah, pitiful, just like every living thing on this planet."
A faint smile appeared on Feilna's face. "But now, their pitiful lives will finally have value... my sister."
Raina said nothing. She merely turned toward the stairs beside the platform and saw a cluster of withered, twisted vines spreading upward from there. The tips of the vines swiftly fused together in a bizarre and horrifying shape, transforming into an aged