The world changes and the threads of fate keep entangling with each other.

New threads emerge as some disappear.

The world is stable, but for how long?

I see the creation, the leftovers of the great war that we painstakingly reformed as a world, and I can ’t help but love it all.

A world created by corpses of Gods and Titans, and the fragmented Realms.

But I fear that whatever is bringing these new threads to the world might not have good intentions.

Ymir… I wonder what you would do if you were here.

I had long forgotten about my wrath.

Odin is dead alongside you, and there is no point in raging over it anymore.

But you don ’t know how much I miss you.

A sudden spark enters the world once more.

Another of them, it seems…

Hm… It has become a dragon.

An Ice Dragon within the Jotunheimr Region.

How many have they been now?

I must use the power of fate to exert balance in the world.

Although since the creation of the new world that many have tried, none of them had achieved the ability to change Fate.

It is the strongest power I possess, the power to control everything.

Rank 9 Immortals can refine the Attributes they govern and even dominate the world completely. But in the end, they cannot destroy it as they know they would fall into the vast emptiness.

No matter how far you reach, my children, you always end up learning that you cannot possibly conquer Fate.

But… those new beings.

The invaders from other worlds are strange.

Only half of the fate affects them, as their souls are brought from another world…