The Angels Rebellion: Avargan's Desperate Move
Avargan's eyes widened for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. The mention of an external force, something beyond his control, frightened him a bit, but his thirst for power and dominance quickly overcame any reservations.
"I care not for your warnings. I am the master of fate itself!" Avargan declared with a manic determination, dismissing the angels' concerns.
"There is nothing of the sort that I can see in the tapestry, it is still clear, nothing will go wrong today, they will all die, and I shall be the victor, the kingdoms will be mine!"
As the trio continued their strategic movements, Reign, Iscandar, and Elyndor began to notice a pattern in the angels' behavior. Despite being under Avargan's control, there was a persistent resistance within them that allowed Reign and the others to foresee what they were doing.
The angels' warnings echoed in their minds, hinting at an impending threat that Avargan seemed oblivious to.