As Daniel gazed at his name on the Fate Stone, a faint instinctual feeling stirred within him—he seemed to have received some form of protection. However, aside from the vague sense of protection from fate itself, Daniel could feel that he had gained other benefits. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure what those benefits were, but the simple fact that they had been granted to him suggested they would not be bad things.
In the distant past, at the end of the river of time, Faer stood gazing at the desolate world before him, his brow furrowed slightly. At this point, he had already reached Demigod Rank, and after defeating countless powerful enemies, he had finally arrived at the end of time.
At that moment, Faer felt an inexplicable pull guiding him, as though fate itself was directing his path. He followed this mysterious guidance and flew in that direction. After half a month of flight, a massive Divine Temple appeared before him.
