Many things were clear and ordinary in themselves. Only when they came together did they create a vortex, did they begin to change. Yet they were also extraordinary, like a paradox of fate. Their coming together was itself part of fate. In another interpretation, they were already exceptional individuals with multifaceted fates, embodiments of fate's many sides, merely waiting for the opportunity to meet and influence one another so those facets could turn. Fate was wondrous. A small influence could bring about enormous change.
The advocates of changing fate and those who believed fate was immutable had argued since ancient times, like the flowing river of fate, never stopping.
Yet since those ancient times, both sides had always shared one accepted view on a certain question. It was a paradox of fate, with a hypothetical solution: someone outside fate.
These were the words Mona had spoken before leaving.
Ruger had found them interesting and asked Mona which school she belonged to. She said she belonged to neither. She had her own philosophy. She simply held fate in awe, revering and observing it.
Heart-Leaker's Hidden Scroll, a Third Ring spell.
Mentioning fate reminded him of someone terrifying. Better to play around with spells and cheer himself up.
His interest in this spell stemmed more from personal curiosity, as well as its usefulness as a reference.
He would use it to sketch out that still somewhat hazy image in his mind.
The other two spells, Heartstring Scales and Ainige's Heart Chamber Arena, were more useful for actual combat, as well as for reference.
The three spells had different focuses, but their value as references was shared. Together, they outlined that still somewhat hazy image within his chest, an image he remained uncertain about.
Ruger leafed through the Spellbook, resisting the instinctive urge