Not Worthy To Stand Up For! I

A string of Destiny vaster than anything he had seen before!

This was what filled Stormdust's eyes as his hands came to a halt, the golden scissors capable of cutting apart strands of destiny remaining in place as if they had no target.

The size of the string alone was far larger than even the scissors, so how could he even proceed to cut it?! Could he even withstand the rebound of such an action?

The answer was no! His own destiny was a mere dozen meters as when this Reality settled in Stormdust's mind, the psychological damage he received was utterly monstrous!

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"Peculiar…"

A resonant voice rang out across a calm Primordial Sea as Hyperion was through the eyes of Stormdust.

An endlessly raging string of destiny that was larger than anything they had come across before!