Fate was like a river.
That was a figure of speech.
In truth, it was also something similar.
Qin Ran had once received the help of a goddess who presided over the Divine Office of fate and caught a brief glimpse of the "River of Fate."
Though it had been like viewing a leopard through a tube, it had been enough to leave a deep impression on Qin Ran.
That "manifestation," blending time and space and interwoven with coincidences, had been truly shocking.
Even Qin Ran, who had always remained wary of coincidences, felt the same.
You might hate them.
But that did not mean they did not exist.
Nor did it mean they were not beautiful.
It was like death.
Everyone feared death, but who could truly escape it?
Even if one struggled desperately.
In the end, death was still unavoidable.
For example: that female Demon Hunter who had been imprisoned for many years.
Qin Ran, who had been considering the Broker's plan, was stopped by the old Demon Hunter.
"Miers has passed away."
Edson informed Qin Ran of the news with a grief-stricken expression.
Qin Ran froze.
He was not particularly familiar with Miers, that female Demon Hunter.
Yet he had paid close attention to her.
Not only because she was a rare female Demon Hunter, but also because she had once earned a title.
Combined with Edson's connection to her, Qin Ran had always retained his initial wariness toward her.
That wariness held no malice.
It was merely a habit.
As time passed, such vigilance would naturally weaken.
Even after igniting Divine Fire and gaining Divinity.
Qin Ran's energy was still not limitless.
He could not watch over everything.
He could only choose what mattered most.
Likewise, such an abrupt death was naturally one of those priorities.