Endless Dimensions.
A colossal white-bone Altar, as vast as a mountain range, stood there. Beside it, an enormous figure even grander than the Altar kept placing one strange sacrifice after another upon it.
A deep chant continuously issued from the enormous figure. The words were twisted and obscure, as though they had crossed time and space from an age immemorial.
Countless strands of Mysterious Power gathered within the chant, eventually forming a hand.
A hand capable of stirring fate itself.
"Has he arrived already?"
Curse Crown stood before the Altar, his face beneath the hood utterly solemn.
The Mayfly Dominators had arrived somewhat faster than he had expected.
He lightly waved his Staff, and the great hand formed from Mysterious Power descended onto Richard's thread of fate.
At this moment, Richard's thread of fate had become as fragile as a strand of hair.
Suppressed by the five threads of fate belonging to the Mayfly Dominators, Richard—who had yet to become a Dominator—had reached an extreme limit. Even with the protection of a previous civilization, his thread of fate could endure no more.
Bang!
A faint bursting sound rang out.
The great hand of Mysterious Power condensed by Curse Crown immediately split into tens of millions of tiny hands.
Those tiny hands entered the Fate Dimension and silently plucked at the threads of fate connected to Curse Crown's own thread.
These threads of fate all belonged to Wizard Dimensions of the Curse School. In the past, they had shared the burden of Fate Fluctuations for Curse Crown, but now, their purpose had reversed.
They had become Curse Crown's weapons of attack.
As the threads of fate were plucked, tens of millions of fluctuations converged into a violent tremor of fate.
Under the influence of Mysterious Power, that fluctuation traveled along Richard's