Part of her wanted to rejoice, finally, someone who could break the grip of destiny, someone who could stand against these children of luck. Yet what she felt was something stranger.
The urge to protect Kairo only grew stronger. From her visions, she saw that children of luck had important roles to play. If they were lost, something terrible could happen.
It almost felt like a voice was whispering to her, pushing her.
Her anger, her revenge, started to fade. Without realizing it, she had turned into the protector of the very thing she once hated.
"What a pitiful fate," Lumberling murmured. "You could see fate itself, yet you were nothing more than its pawn. I suppose not every powerful gift is a blessing."
His thoughts drifted, lingering on a single name.
"Liraeth… destined partners, huh. So that's how it works? Then what are these so-called children of luck? Are they… the protagonists of this world?"
Silence answered him.
