More and more people stepped off the paths fate had laid out for them, like this old man who should have died, only to survive because others intervened.
But no one thought anything was wrong.
Even the Pope presiding over the ceremony nearby looked grateful, more devout than before.
Because the city no longer seemed quite so lifeless.
Even the guards began to act. The guards, who had never cared whether others lived or died, began helping people too.
After all, this was also fate's guidance.
The Pope raised his head and sang praises devoutly.
"This is our God's guidance. Fate's guidance has given us a new direction. May you all join me in striving toward it."
A crack slowly appeared on the stone statue, silently splitting open along the arms covering its eyes.
Above the city, a hint of confusion appeared in the eyes through which a river of stars flowed.
In their eyes, this city had not become more vibrant with life. It had become chaotic.
The course of fate they had set had been broken.
And more than one person had broken it.
Originally, they had thought those two had done something, assembling their own team to strike back at them and stir up a wave of resistance.
But the outcome was entirely different.
The people in this city had merely acquired useless halos, invoking their name while rebelling against the paths they had laid down.
Listening to the endless praise in their ears, the ever-composed [Fate] found themself somewhat at a loss for words.
Not from shock, but because they did not know what words could express how they felt.
They located the two women and possessed a woman.
The woman, who had spent the day working and wanted to find a restaurant for a meal