"Snake through Thirteen Rings. I once saw the Seal Keeper left behind by an Ancient God on Fatumonst Island. It said something similar—the snake is seeking a transformation, and once it succeeds, it will become the Doomsday Fate of the Sixth Epoch.
"Mr. Davis, the scene in your dream seemed to be a ritual the snake prepared for itself."
So Mr. Davis asked:
"If the snake can do that, why can't you? Thirteen Against Thirteen, Destiny against Destiny."
Shade and Iluna had once consulted Lady White about whether one person could resonate with more than three Destinies, but the answer they received had not been encouraging.
If Mr. Snake had a way to possess thirteen Destinies himself, the only method Shade could currently think of to oppose him was Mia's Nine Rings. Even when Miss Goode had first provided the Ritual Circle, Shade had thought of linking together Little Mia's rings and finger rings.
But clearly, the cat had not yet gathered thirteen rings, and Shade could not obtain thirteen Rings of Fate either.
"Mr. Davis, the Final Battle of Fate is about to begin. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
The Outlander, still unwilling to give up, asked again. The Hermit turned to look at him.
"What are you most worried about right now?"
He had originally wanted to say that he was most worried about that snake, but the words changed as they reached his lips:
"I know I will definitely fall on Fatumonst Island. I'm worried about the truth I'll learn after I fall."
"What truth? The past, the present, or the future?"
"Most likely the past."
Mr. Davis smiled. Even the strongest person in the Material World had his own worries, it seemed.
He picked up some firewood beside him and tossed it