The Supreme, omniscient, omnipotent Fate unveiled another side of itself before the beings; it is not merely a rational enforcer of rules but a terrifyingly vast Monster beyond description.
Its body is covered with the regrets of the deceased, and countless threads of destiny lie like mucus seeping from a fish's belly; Black Mist swirls, with each breath spreading despair.
Wish Power backfires, among all destinies and inevitabilities, rotten seeds take root and grow.
Faith collapses, the golden chains symbolizing order twist and deform, sprouting human hands, and bloom into grotesque flowers.
Spanning the past and future, crossing the Endless Human World and Deep World, after repeated rebirths and sacrifices, beings grasp at that thread of hope in the impossible.
Time stands by the beings, blurring the reality painted by Fate, ultimately returning to nothingness.
