While Galloway City was still drenched in torrential "acid rain," Jiang Hao finished his tour, picked up his luggage, and quietly left.
Fate was already set. As long as no god intervened, everything would unfold as he expected. Even if a diviner foresaw the future and tried to change it, that very change would become a catalyst driving Fate forward.
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The deeper his grasp of the Authority of Fate grew, the more he understood its power.
The vast river of Fate encompassed the future of everyone in the Multiverse. Following Fate was Fate's design; resisting it was, too.
Bestel City, inside an ancient castle.
Drawn by a duke's generous reward, a group of Practitioners dressed in all manner of clothing had gathered there.
Before them stood a large bed covered in snow-white swan feathers. A handsome young man lay at its center, his eyes shut.
"...Your Grace, His Young Highness Reinhardt may have fallen unconscious because of a Curse," said an old man in an ornate robe, stroking his long white beard. "I can't yet tell what sort of Curse it is. There are hundreds of thousands of kinds in this world; even a curse warlock who specializes in them might not recognize this one."
"But I can try casting Blessing Magic on His Young Highness and see whether it dispels the Curse on him."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Ishudar."
A pale-skinned man who radiated a bone-chilling cold nodded gently. When he looked at the young man on the bed, whose features bore some resemblance to his own, the ice in his expression seemed to thaw a little.
Behind him, a Frost Dragon lying on the floor let out a soft breath. Thick ice immediately formed over the floor tiles beneath him.
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