"What the hell?!" I muttered, my eyes widening as I stared at the Prince of Desires in disbelief. "This… this is the Loom of Fate! How can you even perceive it?"
Asmodeus tilted his head, his smirk caught somewhere between entertained and intrigued.
"You are such a fascinating little creature, you know that?" he drawled, studying me like I was just a peculiar insect he had caught. "You have no knowledge of your own Mark, you have no understanding of the gods, you are blind to the truth of this world… yet somehow, you know about the Loom of Fate?"
My throat went dry.
Of course I knew about it.
The Loom of Fate was a web of ethereal threads stretching across existence, binding every life, every death, every choice into a grand tapestry from which no one could escape.
…Or so Lily claimed in the game.
She had been the first main character to be able to perceive fate by borrowing the gaze of a goddess.
