While the Fate Weaving Sovereign struggled to regain his strength by any means necessary, a silent shift had begun within the River of Fate.
It started with something so insignificant that no one could have noticed it. Like the faint flutter of a butterfly's wings, a subtle disturbance emerged at the very source of the river, where countless threads of fate began their journey through the world.
Little by little, the current shifted.
At first, the change was imperceptible, barely enough to alter the course of a single grain of sand. Yet that tiny deviation began to accumulate, spreading from one thread to another, from one tributary to the next. What seemed like an insignificant fluctuation gradually gave rise to a powerful undercurrent, silently gathering strength beneath the surface of the River of Fate.
