Endless black mist silently rose from the underground Dark River, transforming into layer upon layer of thin, dark petals. They swirled around Reneedore, then clung to her, wrapping her tightly.
She let out a giggle.
"Sisters, you'll never be able to scheme against me again."
"From now on, I'll do only what I truly want to do!"
The orange cat had been lurking in the shadows, itching to make a move but hesitating. Hearing her words, it held back for the moment.
—Reneedore.
What was it you truly wanted to do?
Countless black petals whirled around Reneedore, clung to her, then vanished completely.
A dozen or so breaths later, all the dark petals had disappeared, and the Dark River had returned to normal.
"Power! The power of fate!"
Reneedore cried out. Two indistinct afterimages appeared behind her, looking like her sisters.
The moment the afterimages appeared, they tried to flee from Reneedore.
Countless deep-black threads shot from her body, binding the two afterimages tightly.
Soon, the afterimages merged into Reneedore's body.
She opened her beautiful, emotionless eyes and softly chanted:
"Your souls will be imprisoned in my hands forever. Behave yourselves and provide me with your power!"
"Even if the Myriad Gods are reborn, they'll still be in the grip of fate. They wouldn't dare defy my will unless they wished to endure every torment before finally dissolving into nothingness."
—She looked like an angel, pure and spotless, yet the corners of her mouth twitched faintly, revealing a cruel, bloodthirsty glint.
The dark, faceless visage hovered in midair and asked, "Power Extraction is complete. What should I do with this corpse?"
Thump!
A corpse came tumbling out of its mouth and landed on the ground.
Lachesis.
Her corpse looked like a shriveled, deeply wrinkled piece of deadwood. It hit the