The tributary of fate shrouded in pitch-black shadows and chaos rapidly swallowed the neighboring strands of fate, seemingly intent on fixing the future completely.
His gaze swept swiftly over all the tributaries of fate. The illusory figure selected one sandwiched between the pitch-black shadows and chaos, shrouded in a layer of grayish-white mist.
Then, holding the Die of Probability, he jumped in and merged with that tributary.
The tributary rapidly expanded, becoming the main channel of the River of Fate for the next stretch of the future.
The authorities of "preservation" and "selection" granted by the Die of Probability!
They allowed him to select one of the many tributaries of fate and make it the established future.
As fate for the coming stretch of time was settled, the illusory figure rapidly solidified into Cyril, his body composed of Star Worms.
Countless overlapping, illusory voices echoed in his ears. Each came from the prayer of a living being or an emotion-laden inner voice.
The clearest, most distinct voices and emotions all came from people he knew.
There was Klein's concern from Above the Gray Fog, and the curiosity of Miss Justice, Madam Hermit, Moon, Hanged Man, and the others.
There were also Owen's utterly pointless prayers; Harven's somewhat rambling words, which seemed directed at Cyril and yet also like muttering to himself; Edefana's inner voice, as ancient and withered as his body. Cyril even sensed Adam's composure and Amon's curiosity about him...
Beyond those familiar voices, there were many echoes from the depths of the mind. They came from the Garden of Eden, from its animal citizens. Adam seemed to have planted psychological suggestions on a large scale beforehand, temporarily transferring their prayers to him.
Meanwhile, in the ancient Palace Above the Gray Fog, Klein froze briefly. He seemed to