That day, when Sir Awen left the ancient Fate Nation, his face was dazed.
So all of this represented the right road to the future. Every step he was taking now followed the course ordained by fate.
And that day, he finally understood what the future Lynn had told him back in Hell, during those three minutes Lynn had lost.
Or perhaps...
The one who had appeared there was not the future Lynn at all.
He was the true pioneer of this road, the one who stood across the end of the River of Time and rewrote the entire past...
So from the very beginning...
That God King had already taken part in this sorrowful plan.
Then what reason was there not to keep moving forward?
He wiped away what might have been rain or tears from his face and gazed ahead with resolve, toward that dark road whose end could not be seen.
In the Fate Nation, a gentle breeze swept through the forest.
The figure sat cross-legged on a rock. Across the babbling stream, Feather Pen listened to his account in a daze. Not far from her, the former sprout had already grown, swaying with long branches and leaves.
Two generations of Fate Gods listened in this ancient nation that had once belonged to them as the cruel truth was gradually unveiled.
He spoke slowly, his face seemingly calm and nothing more.
But Feather Pen's face grew ever paler. Her whole body seemed to tremble incessantly. She suddenly turned and ran, only stopping when she braced herself against a large tree, shaking and gasping violently for breath.
"Is this why you kept me here?"
"You wouldn't let me go back... because of this?"
The figure said calmly:
"Because you are the current God of Fate, and