The Blood of Slaughter

Standing alone in a courtyard, Mar watched Arthur's ascension in the distance, worry written across her face.

She had followed Arthur for decades and had absolute faith in him, believing he could accomplish anything.

It was a deep trust, an emotion nurtured over many long years.

But now, sensing the flames rising in the distance and the aura radiating from Arthur—powerful to the extreme, yet at the same time fragile to the extreme—she couldn't help feeling troubled. A pang of instinctive worry stirred within her.

So she opened her eyes and tried to make out what was happening in the distance. Faint traces of the Power of Fate continually surfaced in her gaze.

The power of fate enveloped the area. In that moment, everything in the world took on a different appearance in her eyes.

Threads of Fate intertwined and spread endlessly before her, forming a vast web known as destiny.

In Mar's eyes, the fates of countless figures appeared one after another. She peered into them, grasping everything that would happen to them in the near future, leaving not a single secret hidden.

This was the use of the Power of Fate, and the highest power Mar could wield as the chosen of the Goddess of Destiny.

Now, as she wielded this unique power, her gaze gradually settled on Arthur.

But she couldn't see through him at all.

The Threads of Fate before her stretched outward, as if enveloping the entire world.

Yet even these Threads of Fate, which nearly covered the whole world, failed when they reached Arthur.

A flame burned there, consuming almost everything. Even the power of fate was devoured by that fire as it approached, unable to get any closer.

The power of fate twisted there, melting away completely.

A hazy feeling obscured everything.

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