James sighed, and for the billionth time lamented the fact that he had ever entered Arch-Heaven to begin with. It had been an accident. He hadn't meant to enter, nor did he know too much about Arch-Heaven back then either. But such was life.
Outside of Arch-Heaven, the Destiny Devourer race was a feared and even hated race. Since they could mess with destiny, not to mention devour it, they were both incredibly formidable in strength and grew strong at tremendous speeds. That combination made them absolutely lethal enemies.
They were the stuff of legend and nightmare. Countless races paid them tributes just to avoid having their destinies devoured. Many other races made alliances with them. Even the Sages did not mess with them casually, choosing the path of diplomacy over a show of strength.
