Chapter 275 – For Fuck's sake
"Tell me… who are responsible for this?" Noah asked as he clicked his finger, instantly creating a small realm that enveloped both him and Shadow.
It was a realm made of threads—Providence's threads—a space where fate, destiny, and causality all mixed together in chaotic harmony, forming a tapestry so deep, so interwoven, that it became impossible to peer through it, impossible to predict or observe from the outside.
Noah then formed a chair made of the same threads and sat down calmly, his posture relaxed but his aura oppressive, waiting for Shadow to respond to his question.
Because he wasn't a fool, he knew full well that Shadeva's siblings couldn't have just one day woken up and decided to seal their sister like that.
Especially not if Shadeva had been a loving, loyal, and protective sister, the kind of sibling whose existence was a blessing.
It didn't make any damn sense.
