The golden threads of destiny reappeared, converging toward Aiden like a cage. They weren't just binding him—they were trying to rewrite his very existence.
To turn him back into what he was before.
To make him a mere mortal.
Aiden's eyes narrowed.
"You think fate still has power over me?"
His Golden Sword flared, its edge vibrating at a frequency beyond time.
—𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!
He swung once.
And the threads of destiny shattered.
Elysia's expression shifted. It was the first time someone had denied absolute fate itself.
Aiden smirked.
"Your turn."
A Battle That Shakes Creation
—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘔—!
They collided.
Aiden's sword clashed against Elysia's divine chains, each strike distorting reality on a fundamental level. Time fractured. Space folded. Entire galaxies exploded from the sheer force of their battle.
Aiden twisted mid-air, his Death Dragon Martial Spirit flaring behind him. The ancient, abyssal energy surged, devouring even the concept of fate.
