'Well, let's try this out.'
Fate, as I understood, was dependent on worlds and yet at the same time independent of everything.
If the four worlds it was bound with got destroyed, then the river of fate would be scattered all around.
But it didn't mean fate would cease to exist.
Just like that, my projections that were made of fate strings would remain present even if I was not there.
They would still drain my mana and get stronger on their own.
'….But what if I can use that strength for my benefit?'
"Are you sure, my Lord?"
Stretching my body, I looked at Arawn who stood on the opposite side of the garden.
"Yes, don't worry about me." I said, jerking my head slightly. "Use fifty percent of your strength."
"But, I am a demigod at my peak." He said, frowning his brows. "My attack isn't something you can—."
"Arawn." I cut him off, standing still. "Did I ask your opinion?"
He went silent and then lowered his body slightly, getting into position.
