'Bear… my… fate…?'
For a moment, Davis couldn't make heads or tails of this strange statement.
He had long come to the conclusion that Divergents were people whose fates didn't belong to this world, and hence, were unwanted objects that needed to be eradicated. They may not be foreign, but they were still unwanted because they disrupt the balance and only cause harm to the universe.
Hence, the Heavens's Will deemed them unnecessary, even giving its blessings to the lifeforms underneath it to do the job of house cleaning.
Then came the suddenly question from the Celestial Transcendent.
What kind of reward does he want?
Davis was still reeling from the shock that he had dropped from a Desolate Divergent to an Anarchic Divergent.
