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Black String of Fate

"Is Fate the excuse of the forsaken, is Free Will the delusion of the chosen?" Such was a question that Xavier, the Demon King, never had the chance to ask himself. As he lay defeated, awaiting his death, he wondered about the wretched life he lived. 'The hero who killed me, the one who held the same ambitions as me. We both wanted good for the people, for the world. We are both two sides of the same coin, yet, fate decided that he will be the one the light will shine on. Perhaps it was me too, perhaps it was my karma for flowing the rivers of blood with my sword. But still... It was fate that squashed the humanity in me first! Damn fate, if I had one more chance, I would've lived for myself more, I wouldn't have taken this arbitrary role of being a necessary evil... This world, this game of destiny... It can burn to ashes for all I care.' As he sunk into the cold embrace of death, a certain [REDACTED] heard his dying wish with amusement and cast their die, reversing the wheel of time one last time and going all in on him on a risky gamble with the stakes of their world. ************** Discord Server (fixed): https://discord.gg/rZhT6zdp2f Author is on a break, exams are coming soon. The placeholder chapters are being updated, so you will not be notified if you add to library, since it's technically not a new chapter. ...Plus working on a new book that'll be released next year

Audatic · Fantasi
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The landscape around them shifted as Xavier and Luna traveled deeper into the heart of the frozen wilderness. The sun was hidden behind thick, swirling clouds, casting the world in a perpetual twilight. Snow crunched beneath their boots, and the biting wind howled in their ears, but neither of them spoke. Xavier's mind was consumed by the figure's cryptic words and the path that lay ahead. Luna, ever watchful, kept her spear ready, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

The shadows seemed to stretch longer as they moved, creeping over the snow-covered ground like living things, twisting and shifting in unnatural patterns. Xavier couldn't help but feel as if they were being watched—guided, perhaps—by forces he couldn't fully comprehend. His hand never strayed far from Anathema's hilt, the sword humming softly, as if it, too, was aware of what awaited them.