While the Fate Weaving Sovereign was in the middle of recuperating, a change occurred in the River of Fate.
It was just a small change... like a stone dropped into a river. This change was negligible, but... many stones were dropping, and dropping, and dropping.
It was as if hundreds, or even thousands, of people were throwing these small stones into the river.
These changes were so minor that even the Fate Weaving Sovereign himself, the self-proclaimed master of fate who manipulated fate and waded through its river with ease, was unable to notice them.
Though... if the Fate Weaving Sovereign were at the peak of his condition, he might have been able to notice the changes. But even then, he could only notice them. As for stopping the changes, that was still up for debate.
But there was no "what if."
