Going Against A Constellation

The presence of Libra loomed before me, an overwhelming force that seemed to bend reality itself.

Their words echoed in my mind, their cosmic resonance sending shivers down my spine.

I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation at the realization that I was standing before a being of unimaginable power.

'Constellations… really are something, huh?'

"You are an anomaly, stranger." Libra's voice echoed, each word carrying the weight of galaxies.

"This world, this timeline, should have been rife with chaos, with the triumph of darkness and despair. Evil should have prevailed in the end. But you... you upended that flow, defying the natural order of things."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing to comprehend the magnitude of their words.

Chaos and despair, the very antithesis of the peace and hope that I had fought for, were supposed to be the prevailing forces.

Yet, I had upturned that flow?