The brilliant talisman light held everything the nine Fate Masters had, and it slashed toward the fate giant tree. Golden chains shattered one after another. Fate, beyond mortal reach, and the taboo of the Endless Mortal Worlds were broken at that moment.
Symbols bridged the divine. Talismans were the medium through which heaven and humanity mingled, the vessels of all living beings' wishes. Thunder Markings were fury, Ghost Script was reverence, and star constellations were grand aspirations. The nine Talismans that broke past their limits carried countless prayers and obsessions from the Endless Mortal Worlds. They were all living things' rebellion against slavery and bondage. Giving everything they had, the nine Fate Masters drove their Talismans into the fate giant tree, which could neither be looked upon directly nor described. A fissure seemed to open in the sky above mortals. Great fortune, Fortune and Longevity spilled from it, nourishing the parched mortal world, cold and hardened hearts, and pale, numb eyes.
"We cut it open!"
A long gash appeared in the body of the fate giant tree. Golden lifespans slid down, and rings of growth coiled around it, as though it were a gateway to the New World.
"Fate's wound is healing! Hurry!"
A blood-red tide swept through the dark night. The other, uninjured Lord of Time Blood City fought fate for control over time. Fate in the past and fate in the future were both flawless; only fate in the present had gone wrong. He meant to freeze time at this very moment.
The souls the Fate Masters had brought into being from the Great Tomb in the void rapidly drew closer, and the surging Blood Sea crashed into the fate giant tree.
Order Chains filled with divinity intertwined with blood-red chains stained with sin karma. The masters of