Redemption

"Why is this?"

"Why did they become like this, even losing the foundation of their existence and degenerating into worthless scraps?"

"Even if the world were destroyed and all things fell apart, shouldn't creatures powerless to stop it merely move somewhere else to survive?"

"But these traces, and this 'disease'... I don't know why, but I feel as though I've seen them somewhere before..."

Several more days passed. By the time Clotho traveled across the wilderness, the old soldier was long gone.

Along the way, Clotho encountered quite a few similar situations.

An aged scholar, wounded people suffering from incurable injuries, a middle-aged man with short legs... All kinds of people flashed past one after another.

Of course, the Goddess of Fate felt no pity or sympathy as she watched all this.

It wasn't because she was heartless or cold, but because she had long since grown accustomed to facing death.

As the Goddess of Fate, seeing someone's birth and knowing their death was a basic ability.

If Khaos's trajectory hadn't already been disrupted, even the futures of gods couldn't have escaped her gaze.

Thus, to Clotho, death and suffering were utterly normal. After all, within the countless destinies of countless living beings, they were indispensable parts.

Therefore, throughout these days, the only thing that truly affected her was what lay beneath the surface.

For example, these strange 'illnesses,' and the familiarity that rose within Clotho as she watched these surviving creatures.

"What does it resemble?"

"It's like... the way my sister suffered Fate's backlash, but not quite."

She tried hard to remember, until a flash of insight passed through her mind.

Although the two seemed different, when traced back to their source, that familiar feeling seemed to come precisely from this.

Clotho subconsciously covered her mouth, startled by her