Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

boom--

He pushed the wooden door open with force, a look of panic on his young face.

The girlish goddess trotted into the simple wooden house, with green plants winding along the walls.

Nature and man-made things are integrated here. This is the "palace" where her sister, Lachesis, lives.

Different from the old age of Atropos and the youthfulness of Clotho.

Just like the authority that Lachesis holds, as a god who decides the length of fate, she is neither the beginning nor the end.

Therefore, Lachesis' life is always at the most mature and peak moment of a person. She is active and lazy, wise and stupid... and this means that she will never enjoy loneliness.

Except when she was working, the goddess seldom stayed on Mount Nyssa.

Therefore, she is the only one among the three goddesses of fate who can communicate with the gods, so much so that some gods even think that she is the only goddess of fate in charge.

This is another thing that makes her different from her sisters.

As goddesses of fate, Lachesis and her sisters can see through some of the mysteries of fate, so most of the beauty and darkness in the world are often clearly revealed to them.

The holy, the fallen, the loyal, the unrestrained and free... That's why Clotho is so repulsive to the world below the mountain, while Atropos regards all living beings as puppets on strings and only contacts them when necessary.

Only Lachesis is different from both.

She mocked the light and darkness of God and man, while at the same time she dealt with them skillfully.

Therefore, she was often not on Mount Nyssa, but wherever she wanted to go.

However, today is different, because the war in the human world just happened to begin at this time... and every time at this time, Laxus must be working.

It’s not that she couldn’t do it ahead of time—in fact, all of Fate’s work should have been done ahead of time.

However, the premise of all this is that everything is shrouded in the order of fate, and everything has a predetermined standard.

But recently the war in the world has gone off track, both gods and humans, they have all gone in different directions.

Those who should have lived died, and those who should have died survived.

For this reason, Atropos once again went to the human world to try to make amends, while the remaining two goddesses worked together and stayed on the mountain to untie the twisted knot of fate.

Tread-

"Sister, are you there?"

Calling softly, Kloto walked into the house.

There is no decoration or extra things, it's just a simple wooden house.

Releasing a little of her own power, the girl tried to get her sister's attention.

Laxus might not be able to pay attention to her when she was working, so Cloto had done this every time before.

And no matter whether he is free or not, the other party will reply to her.

However, this time, it was different from every time before.

Even as the girl's ominous premonition grew stronger, she still didn't hear the familiar voice.

"——Sister, if you ignore me again, I will go in by myself!"

Gritting his teeth lightly, Klotho shouted loudly.

At the same time, the special power belonging to the goddess of fate was rising more violently in her body.

That should be enough to attract attention, even at the most focused level.

But one breath, two breaths, three breaths... There was no movement in the empty wooden house, only the sound of wind and leaves shaking echoed repeatedly in the air.

Squeak——

He clenched his fists, and seeing that there was no response, Cloto didn't care whether he would disturb Laxus's work.

Driven by the uneasiness in her heart, the girl pushed open the door to the inner room.

The house was dressed simply as always, with nothing superfluous in it.

However, as soon as he stepped over the threshold and took a look, Kloto was stunned.

"--elder sister?"

"What's wrong with you?!"

With a cry of surprise, Kloto ran forward.

At this moment, in front of the girl, her second sister Laxus was lying on the ground.

The long staff that measured fate fell to the ground, and the thread of fate delivered by Clotho himself scattered around.

But what the girl could not accept the most was Lachesis's current appearance.

I don't know when, the originally beautiful and plump goddess of fate had a bit of silver in her hair... and a few fine wrinkles appeared on her exposed skin, which should have been as smooth as water.

This is a change that should not occur. The most authentic appearance of gods and spirits is often only affected by changes in their authority and mind.

As the goddess of fate, Lachesis shouldn't do this.

But facts speak louder than words, and the current scene seems to confirm Cloto's guess.

“Sister, you—ah!”

boom--

Leaning forward, the goddess' bright eyes were filled with confusion.

She wanted to help her sister up from the ground, but as soon as she touched Lachesis's arm, Kloto stepped back subconsciously as if he had touched a red-hot iron.

The body of the goddess of fate fell to the ground again, but Clotho no longer cared about that.

The girl looked at her palms in horror, where wisps of gray-black mist rose and fell.

Divine power was surging, tremendous strength was flowing through his palms, but all of this seemed to have no effect on the mist.

Visibly to the naked eye, Cloto's originally white and tender fingers changed little by little.

It seemed like in just a moment, her fingers had gone through ten years.

"what--!"

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the ground and grabbed Kloto's wrist.

The frightened girl screamed almost instinctively, but the next moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from her ears.

"Kloto... don't be afraid."

"You should know what this is...it should have come a long time ago."

"elder sister!"

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, Kloto was surprised to find that his sister had woken up.

Maybe it was because of the noise just now, or maybe it was because the time had already come.

Lachesis grabbed Clotho's wrist, and this time, the girl no longer saw the gray mark.

"Sister, why are you..."

"Kroto, listen to me."

He shook his head tiredly, his body, which was once full of energy, now seemed so sluggish.

Laxus did not speak immediately. She just relaxed a little and then pulled the wrist she had caught in front of her.

He leaned forward slightly and placed his sister's fingers on his forehead.

The next moment, with a surge of gray air, the girl's fingers returned to their original state.

Only this time, Kloto clearly saw that there were some more wrinkles at the corners of his sister's eyes.

"This, this is-"

He was stunned at first, then seemed to remember something and subconsciously wanted to step back, but then he stopped on his own initiative.

Leaning on the ground, Laxus tried hard to support her body and forced a smile.

"Kloto, as you can see."

"This is the backlash of fate."

Yes, in heaven and on earth, in the past and in the future, nothing can harm the agent of fate, unless that power comes from the world, or is the power of fate itself.

In fact, the two of them had already heard of what was happening to Lachesis at this moment.

The backlash of fate is not unfamiliar to them.

Even as early as when they were born, they were more or less exposed to this backlash. (See 3-161)

Atropos, who was born first, suffered the most, and the birth of the Day Fruit further exacerbated this process.

Therefore her body is decayed and broken, her face old and lifeless.

Clean clothes will become dirty on her, and the wreaths that goddesses love to wear on their heads will wither because of her.

The smell of fishy sweat mixed with an inexplicable odor lingered around the body, and the mental oppression and malice were unbearable.

No one liked this, but Atropos, who was born first, naturally bore the most malice.

In comparison, Lachesis only accepted a tiny bit of it, and she didn't even realize it at the time.

As for Clotho, she was simply not disturbed at all.

This is the punishment that fate has given to its agents, even though they had never come into the world before these evil consequences of violating order occurred.

However, fate obviously does not accept appeals, and the three goddesses can do nothing about it.

So from that day on, Atropos, who had already borne the most backlash, simply carried all the consequences that followed on his body.

After all, no matter what, her condition couldn't get any worse.

Thus, Lachesis and Clotho were freed.

Especially as the youngest sister, Cloto has never felt the backlash of fate.

She just conscientiously performs her job as a god without having to come into contact with the power that makes the gods panic.

However, everything ended today. Laxus was originally fulfilling her obligations and reorganizing her distorted fate.

But at this moment, the backlash of fate came from the sky, ignoring time and distance.

“Kloto, this is the feeling of being bitten back by fate… I haven’t experienced this in a long time, so I fainted for a moment.”

"But it doesn't matter, this won't happen again."

"And let me take your share first."

Lachesis stood up from the ground, taking a deep breath.

The next moment, the divine instrument that measured fate was held in her hand, and the goddess's appearance began to recover visibly.

In just a moment, Kloto saw his familiar sister again, and even his hoarse voice recovered.

Everything seemed the same as before, but Kloto knew that it was just the backlash being suppressed into the body.

The backlash of fate is happening every moment, and Atropos's situation is the result of accumulation over three eras.

Obviously, although Lachesis also suffered the backlash force at this moment, the force was just of such a magnitude that it was far from enough to do anything to her.

"Sister, you..."

With a complicated look in his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him, Kloto knew that his sister would definitely do this.

Because if the backlash of fate were to befall her as the 'weaver', the consequences would actually be far more dangerous than for her as the 'measurer'.

Of course, compared to the 'Measurer', the 'Interceptor' only needs to end one fate, and the impact of the backlash on her is naturally safer.

But even so, Cloto still felt a little heavy.

It is urgent to solve the problem of destiny.

"Sister, so is there something wrong with the eldest sister?"

When he asked, at this moment, Kloto no longer needed to explain the purpose of his visit.

Obviously, the reason why she felt the warning sign was right in front of her... and in response to her sister's question, Lachesis shook her head again.

"I don't know, but I'm sure her aura is still there, and she can't really be hurt."

"The only explanation is that Atropos was imprisoned in a place that could isolate her from fate... or her will was affected by something, and she voluntarily gave up accepting the backlash."

"But no matter which one it is, Clotho, I must deal with it."

"If there is one less goddess of fate... then the deviation of fate will be even more difficult to stop."

Not long ago, she received a so-called invitation from the sacred mountain, inviting her to celebrate that the sacred court had solved a big problem. Laxus refused on the grounds that she was busy with work.

After all, she was the only one who knew how much trouble the so-called trouble in the Divine Court had caused to the goddesses of fate, and she didn't want to meet the dark lord.

Moirai still doesn't know who is behind the stirring of fate, but it is none other than the primordial god that they cannot see through.

They don't want to meet their enemy at all before locking onto him.

"Kloto, stay here and wait for me to come back."

Holding the staff, feeling the backlash increasing every moment, Lachesis said firmly: "When I bring her back, maybe we won't have to worry about the backlash anymore."

"Because my intuition tells me that this time, we may have found the source of the cholera."