"The wind has risen!" Naimus said as he watched the changes in the world.
The instant he heard those words, Fate paused. A flicker of anticipation passed through his eyes; after all, he was not entirely rational.
Fate understood exactly what Naimus meant.
The formation of waves went through several different stages.
For most ocean waves, the first stage was wind waves.
The wind stirred the seawater, granting it its initial energy, and the waves began to take shape.
And this wind was the convergence of world possibilities.
There had originally been eighteen world possibilities. One had collapsed during the struggle for the Mud Tablet of Fate, while another had shattered into the Land of Ends when the Earth God saved the world.
Not long ago, Storm God Number Twelve and Goddess of Precepts Number Nine had also been completely destroyed.
Under such circumstances, the struggle between world possibilities was about to enter its fiercest phase.
All world possibilities began to collapse inward.
The Crystal Wall Subsystems between them creaked and groaned.
It was precisely through these collisions that the differences between possibilities were affected.
An invisible force rapidly emerged.
The Formless End created by the Storm God previously appeared alongside it.
This power, which ended and severed everything, now acted equally upon every world possibility.
Space fractured to the extreme, and flow had completely failed. Under this force, possibilities had lost most of their ability to continue forward.
At this point, even some of the more perceptive Golden Breeds could sense the existence of other worlds.
Even ordinary people could feel an overwhelming terror rising in their hearts.
The terror that if they lost, they would be replaced and crushed out.
Fear drove faith, and only then did most gods realize that they, too, had been swept along by