The edge of the Underworld is also the edge of the material world.
Everything perceivable by mortals turns into nothing within an inch, half-threat and half-curiosity, Clotho cautiously steps outside with a small step.
Theoretically, such actions should be forbidden.
Just as the Divine King's Strength would weaken when moving away from the world itself, the Law silently reminds these special beings not to venture where His power is lacking.
Thus, the Fates were prepared for failure, as from a certain perspective, her immutable nature imposes more restrictions than the frequently displaced Divine King.
But until she took a few steps, as if walking normally on the Earth.
The expected feedback not only didn't arrive, but she herself felt much lighter.
The pressure of fate diminished, or rather, a layer had come between them.
In surprise, Clotho turned to look at the intertwining Darkness and night behind her.
