[Volume 4: Possibilities and Results!]
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Beyond the Demon Realm, farther into the north where even the monsters among the monsters dared not to set foot, there lived a sage. A Dragon King.
They say that he was powerful enough to wipe out half the continent with his full powers. Even the Gods were afraid to step into the territory where he lived.
An existence around which even the Gods always tiptoed. Keeping a watchful eye out for him, in case he emerged from his chambers.
Perhaps the only entity that both the Ancient and True Gods were afraid of.
Though, in reality, the dragon king was a neutral being that had lost interest in everything.
Ever since he got the ability to control all fire, his growth was exponential, overtaking everything in his path before there was nothing left.
And in the end, he found himself lonely. With no clear purpose. So, he lived the rest of what's left of his life in solitude. Until he finds a purpose to come out again.
"Are you sure you will not change your mind? The entire world's fate is in your hands, don't you know?" A being that had an aura that normal people weren't even allowed to look at stood in front of the Dragon King.
"There are 9 others like me. Surely they could do something about the world… for now, I am tired," the dragon king spoke with a tired tone. He seemed to be exhausted, even by just breathing right now.
The dragon king had a humanoid body that was heavily built. It reached a height of at least 10 meters and bulged muscles all over the body.
With cinder golden eyes and brownish black beard, he seemed like an aged man in his 50s. Healthy, strong, but a bit aged. His hairs were messy and long, reaching the back of his chest, and he wore a reddish black armor-like clothing that covered most of his body.
Other than this, there were two black horns that glowed a little red, and a couple of scaly skin around the side of the face.
"The first 2 Fate Weavers are lost. Nobody knows about their existence or where they are anymore… you being the third are here, not making any move," the other man with the dragon king continued with a worried expression,
"The 4th and 5th are both trapped because of turning against the Primordials. We cannot even trust them… the 6th one is a rogue, who lives with the monsters and is still growing."
"The 7th is one of the other-worlders who has yet to arrive here. There is still 3 months before that one appears. As for the 8th and 9th… they are still children. They will need time for their growth before they could even take on anyone."
He paused as he sighed. Everything was going wrong.
The Fate Weavers were playing on their own, doing their own things. Rather than trying to save the world, or worse, destroy it… they were living on pitiful things like power, money and fame.
What will those things do if there isn't even a place to live for those things to take value?
"And what about the 10th? The 10th Fate Weaver?" The dragon king asked as he looked at the other being in front of him.
"He was born 3 months ago. He has only 2 restrictions unlocked. It's not worth mentioning. I doubt he can even survive the first catastrophe, forget about the future ones," that man had no hope in that one.
"It's sad," the dragon king sighed as he looked at that old man.
"Sad indeed. Why did they get the last one so late? And to make it worse, he had to be a human. It's as if they were mocking us," spoke that old man, but the dragon king's expression was something else.
"Are you really sure that you cannot help us?" That man pleaded with the dragon king, but the dragon king shook his head, not changing his mind even for a second.
With a regret filled face, the other man sighed before smiling," then I will take my leave. I will come back again, hoping that you will change your mind next time."
The dragon king did not answer him while he vanished from there, leaving behind the dragon king on his own.
After a few seconds of pause, the dragon king sighed before mumbling,
"Those who want to change the world. Those who want to protect the world. And those who want to destroy it… honestly, it is a mess that I don't want to get involved in."
"The world was set to be destroyed by the Primordials a long time ago. Nobody else has the right to change that… except the Fate Weavers like me."
"It's sad that most of the Fate Weavers are going about on their own… I wonder if this was how it was meant to be. But still… a Fate Weaver that everyone is ignoring? The 10th Fate weaver…"
The dragon king smiled a little.
"It's sad that people often forget… what it means to be a Fate Weaver. And the possibilities a Fate Weaver can create. To belittle him because he was just born, to belittle him because of his race… haha… reminds me of the days when I became the fate weaver."
"Seems like… another storm is going to be created soon. One that may hit Zarraf where it least expects. Perhaps… I wonder… "
The dragon king sighed in the end before he closed his eyes as he was drifting to sleep. Though mumbled before going to sleep…
"I guess I will leave it to fate. If it were meant to be. Then it will be."
And then he drifted to sleep in his room, surrounded by a pit. In a mountain that was inverted… on a floating island of volcanoes and fires. Floating above the ground, in the sky, way above the clouds.
Somewhere where no one can reach. Except those who are fated to…