It growled softly in the darkness.
It roared in the nihility.
Lies were its curtain, and imagination was its reality.
Reality twisted, ideals overturned, justice and evil, truth and fallacies all spinning and changing at the turn of a hand. Nothing was unique, nothing was certain. Chaos itself was an existence of eternal change. Everything in this world was changing. No one could resist change, and no one could stop it.
However, that streak of gold pierced through Chaos's ambiguous, indistinct veil. The light reflecting hope, pain, and dreams melted and scattered like first snow before those golden eyes. Everything returned to cold reality, without hope or wisdom, as though the world had merely returned to the state it was supposed to have from the beginning.
The Crystal Labyrinth should never have been like this. It tore expectations and goals apart, turning them into madness and despair. Almost every instant, under the grand vision of the Deceitful Trickster, the labyrinth constantly changed its rules, routes, and passages. There was nowhere one could find any trace of a pattern.
Any mortal who entered would only become lost in the eternal mist.
But she would not.
Wherever those golden eyes reached, the laws of Chaos were silently dispelled, and a stable, merciless reality covered everything in their place. It was like a child desperately explaining to a parent how many combinations could add up to four, only to receive a completely inhuman slap in response.
Don't think so much, kid. Just write 2 + 2 = 4.
This shouldn't be happening!
This was exactly how it should be!
The Fate Weaver raised her head, her two mouths emitting furious roars and deceitful cackles.
Everything had been destroyed!
Everything was proceeding according to plan!
She shouldn't have come here!
She should have come