"… So, they have met at last."
The woman named Fate, from her vast bedroom chambers, watched everything unfold through a projected television screen. Her legs were crossed one over the other, contemplating, and her eyes held a deep, wise glint to it that could only be born from eons upon eons of observing and experience.
Fate was the third child of the primordial chaos that gave birth to the multiverse. The first was Space, the second Time. Together, the three siblings mapped out the various universes of the cosmos. Fate wrote their destiny, Time carried it out, and Space set the stage.
Now, however, the other two children of the primordial chaos are on the brink of collapse.
"… There is not much time left," Fate muttered to herself, narrowing her eyes. "Jace 'Cyanide' Silverdale… he has just met the first Sentinel. At this rate, he will not make it in time…"