Rewriting Fate

The river of fate had been forcibly cut off.

The artists of the Seven Seas Alliance were obsessed with their art. They pursued it, tightly binding all their abilities to it, even willing to cast aside their notions of good and evil.

Such Awakened were naturally skilled at wielding the power of emotion and the soul.

They also understood the value of such things better than anyone.

And Hilude, who had always pursued the path of a hero, had seen Yarrowen—whom she had never thought much of, merely one among the common masses—display such resolve.

A fire began burning in the young writer's heart as well.

Backlash? Fate? Source Material memories?

Hilude no longer cared about any of it.

She drew out everything engraved upon her soul, and in that instant, regained the bearing a Seventh Stage writer ought to possess.

Swish—

Under the night sky, a breeze swept past.

Most Awakened and ordinary people could not see what was happening in the air.

But in the eyes of the very few powerful individuals, such as Linsey and the Great Merchant, an unparalleled Source Material Skill was gathering into something in midair.

"Come!"

"Your story has already come to an end, while mine is only beginning."

"You fanatics weary of this pitiful life, step onto the unpredictable stage of fate with me!"

Hilude's voice rang through the night sky and spread across the city.

Whether they were slaves still fighting or the Awakened of Green Swamp, all were shaken by her voice.

The artist's soul expanded at tremendous speed.

The passion overflowing from it infected almost everyone without distinction!

"Yes!"

"This is it—I found it!"

Hilude laughed aloud.

The manipulation of fate could not create something new from nothing. It merely sought out the possibilities within the original course and