The man's voice dropped.
"But with him already having interfered so much, trying to change the entire future, actively working against what fate has decreed..."
He didn't continue, but Damian understood.
'If the old beggar was the God of fate, doing all this would mean becoming the biggest enemy of fate itself.'
His thoughts completed the logical chain.
'And would the universal law allow someone to get away with that? A God of fate working against fate?'
The only outcomes would be either losing his power or death.
'A person who became a god after so much struggle, after countless years of climbing to that peak...'
Damian's breathing became shallower.
'Would he throw all of that away willingly? Would he risk death just to change the future?'
It didn't make sense unless there was something he was missing, some piece of the puzzle he couldn't see.
The man spoke again, adding another layer.
"And there can only be one person who can become a god of each law."
