The Fate Race Territory.
On the Pale Continent, deep beneath Baleful Wind Valley.
The Fate Race's palaces lay buried deep underground, illuminated by spirit crystals embedded in the vaulted ceiling, while jade corridors below extended through the darkness in every direction.
Through long years of development, the Fate Race had built a magnificent underground city.
But the Great Evil Moon hanging overhead made the road ahead uncertain, and with the Dark Tide sweeping in, danger could descend at any moment.
Inside the Main Hall, the Fate Masters of the various lineages and the elders managing the race's resources took their seats in turn.
Then the doors opened, and Fate Throat led the core members of the Dragon Sparrow Lineage into the hall.
Instantly, every gaze in the hall converged on them.
Looking at the Dragon Sparrow Fate Master, whose appearance had not changed, everyone felt something subtle stir within them.
The Fate Throat of today was utterly different from the one who had led the Dragon Sparrow Lineage away to explore all those years ago.
In the past, Fate Throat had been just like them, his body entwined with the aura of karma woven through Fate Gambles.
Now, however, the aura emanating from him was incomparably clean. Clearly, he had stripped away the shackles of karma.
Without even deliberately displaying his power, he inspired awe in the Fate Race's assembled leaders.
This made everyone realize that Fate Throat must have encountered an extraordinary opportunity during his distant travels.
Seated at the head of the hall, the Great Fate Lord slowly raised a hand, gesturing for Fate Throat to approach. "Fate Throat, back then, you insisted on leading the Dragon Sparrow Lineage to explore a Minor World beyond our domain. Now it seems you chose the right path. Since you took