'Destiny didn't go off course... so why hasn't the future I envisioned come to pass?'
The future... the future.
The True King Hall was utterly silent.
Ron sat alone on the throne. Twelve destiny-aspected treasures, most of their power depleted, orbited him, slowly replenishing their strength. No matter how furious the Sovereign was, he had no choice but to calm down and analyze all the anomalies from the previous battle.
As a Sovereign, he had seen far too much.
The loss of the twelve Fixed Star Guards was nothing; he could just find other suitable experts to control.
But the blow to a Cosmic Country Sovereign's prestige, and the question of why "Destiny" had failed to take effect, were what truly concerned him.
The essence of "Destiny" lay in creating something from nothing.
Trading one fate for another.
