Through the shattered Nexuses of the Fate Realm, Enel moved forward, carrying the wounded Allison in his arms. Beside him, Naamah walked with a steady pace, her expression was mostly unreadable as she bore the weight of her injured sister, Durgia.
The shadow string stretched ahead of them. This was a silent guide only Enel could read through the ever-shifting reality of this forsaken place.
Behind them, the *Beast of Finality* had faded into the distance, left behind along with the echoes of the Sisters of Fate—who, according to Naamah, had temporarily turned on each other, quarreling over something as trivial as *who was more famous*. All thanks to Enel's efforts.
"That fight could last a few *tens of years*," she had remarked dryly.
Enel had barely reacted to the absurdity of it all. He had seen enough of the divine and the cursed to know that time was a fickle thing among beings like these.
