Do you know what it means to be a Fate Weaver?
Beings who can influence fate? Nope. Incorrect. Nada.
By weave is to create with what's present. To pick up the threads of fate. To create something that wasn't present before.
Weaving is an art.
Creation is an art.
Shaping destiny into what one desires. To change what they like or don't. Their mere existence is enough to change what is going on.
Those are the powers bestowed on the fate weavers.
A fate weaver can bring a ruined kingdom to its peak. Or drag down the heavens through the muds of Zarraf.
Wiregia Luciana.
The 2nd Fate Weaver.
The fate weaver, blessed with time.
She is one of the prime examples of why one must think before going against a fate weaver.
"To destroy or to protect, was it?" She mumbled as she looked at those higher gods surrounding her. Preparing for another war that they knew they couldn't win.
From time immemorial, she has suffered too much. No matter what she did, these gods, these beings, kept coming in her way. Destroying everything that mattered to her. Breaking everything she tried to build.
"Then perhaps. I should choose to destroy this planet and end it for all," she mumbled as she closed her eyes and started levitating in the air.
There was little that she wanted from this world. Little that made her happy. Or if one thinks about it, honestly, was there anything left for her to smile at this point now?
"Stop he-" one of the higher gods was about to shout, but he paused. His eyes shook as he realized something.
His powers… they were gone.
Wasn't just him but every single god there… every being there... They had all lost their powers. They were nothing but mere mortals standing there, looking at Wiregia Luciana floating in the air with her eyes closed.
And the gods knew… they understood. They fucked up.
"The heaven you praise so much. I shall begin from there," she muttered as she opened her eyes and looked at the sky.
"LUCIANA!!!" Quiena shouted desperately in an attempt to stop her, but Luciana couldn't care less.
"STOP!!!" The other gods shouted as well.
"WAIT!!!!" But paid no heed to them this fate weaver.
A huge amount of power that challenged the authority of the universe itself appeared in the hands of the little girl. Her eyes had little emotion and that, too, were filled with rage and hatred. She truly wanted to end it all.
Luciana raised her hands in the sky as if trying to grab it. And as she tried, she mumbled,
"[Crumble!]"
Luciana's eyes bled. Her ears bled. Her face grew older as she began withering slowly. Her hands that she raised, dyed in red while she kept levitating in the same position she was before. The backlash was hitting her for the act she just did.
And heaven? It crumbled. The sky broke into pieces as the divinity fell from the sky. The sacred divine energy scattered all around the world of Zarraf as all the gods above fell.
"[CRUMBLE!]"
Luciana shouted again, killing half of the gods that were falling. Destroying half of the structures present there.
At this point, Luciana's life force had considerably depleted while she kept floating in the air, while looking at the sky. Her black hair had turned white, her childish appearance changed into that of an old lady.
Nevertheless, her eyes were raging while she shouted again,
"[Crumble]!"
And crushed were the gods that were falling, leaving merely 10% of what the total was. The entire heaven was eradicated at this point, while the powerless higher gods watched everything with their helpless eyes.
They couldn't even believe what they were looking at. It was a nightmare for them. A very dreadful nightmare.
One that they couldn't even imagine in their worst of the days.
"Perhaps… I am still too weak… just… what was the point…" Luciana mumbled to herself as her aged self slowly fell down on the ground while the rest of the gods were finally able to use their powers.
Not to the level which they could use a few minutes ago, but a mere fraction of it. But they were still gods, nonetheless.
Luciana fell in front of them, unconscious, but still alive. Her powers had been exhausted as she let it all out in a rage that she held for years and decades.
'A chance.'
That's what the gods thought as they looked at the unconscious Luciana. But before they could move…
"You won't be assaulting an unconscious lady, would you?"
A voice appeared out of nowhere, halting all the gods in their places. They didn't stop because they had heard the voice, of course… but a strange energy flowed around the area, rendering them unable to move.
And what appeared in front of them was a man wearing a black robe and a white mask.
Standing beside the unconscious body of Luciana, he sighed with a pitiful expression, and then, looking at the sky, he muttered,
"Looks like things went a little off the charts."
"Who are you-" Queina asked, but the masked man continued talking to the unconscious girl.
"Didn't I tell you to wait until all 10 of us have stepped into this world? Have some patience, will you?" He shook his head as he then looked at the gods in front of him and continued,
"Sorry about your friends. I don't want to bring your friends back since Luciana will get angry."
He seemed to be calculating something while observing what's around them. The gods in front of him, the torn heaven that was crumbling, and the distortion that it brought to the mortal world.
"Seriously. You should learn to hold back," he talked to the unconscious lady before looking up at the sky before taking a deep breath. And then he chanted something.
"[It never happened!]"
And then…
"It can't be…"
"How is this…"
"Just…"
"…"
All the gods present around had their eyes wide opened at the phenomenon. Their eyes were shocked beyond what they could believe. Never in their life could they imagine something like that…
The heaven… returned to its original state.
As if nothing ever happened.