Chapter 820 Fate Talks From Beyond Time
It was within this realm of inverted reality that Lenny's gaze was drawn to a spectacular golden webbing, stretching infinitely across the dark canvas. This web, akin to the architectural masterpiece of a cosmic spider, was composed of golden runes of unparalleled complexity and beauty. These runes, unlike any Lenny had ever encountered, pulsed with the life force of the universe, interconnecting all living things in a vast, intricate network.
A closer inspection of the golden web revealed faces in motion within the runes themselves, each face a snapshot of life caught in the web's eternal embrace. The entire structure resonated with a profound sense of unity and interconnectedness, its golden threads a testament to the complexity and depth of existence across dimensions.
Amidst this marvel, Lenny's attention was captured by three figures embroiled in a heated argument. Their voices, unmistakably familiar to him, resonated through the web, their words carrying the weight of significance and history. These were voices Lenny recognized, voices of entities whose influence spanned realms and epochs.
The grandeur of this new place, with its defiance of natural laws and its display of cosmic connectivity, was a revelation to Lenny. The golden webbing, a symbol of life's interconnectedness and the mysteries that lay beyond the understanding of ordinary beings, offered Lenny a glimpse into the profound complexities of the universe. In the surreal expanse where physics bowed to whimsy and the air was filled with the breath of impossibilities, Lenny found himself in the presence of beings whose very existence was woven into the fabric of destiny itself. The Sisters of Fate, embodiments of time's passage and guardians of destinies untold, materialized before him. Their form was as enigmatic as their purpose, sharing a single eye amongst themselves, a symbol of their shared vision and singular focus on the tapestry of fate they tended to. Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)
The trio, each representing a distinct phase of life, from the innocence of youth through the vigor of middle age to the wisdom of elder years, held Lenny's gaze with an intensity that pierced through dimensions. The toddler, embodying the beginnings and potential of life; the middle-aged woman, the fullness and complexity of existence; and the old woman, the culmination and retrospection of a journey's end, together, they encapsulated the cycle of life itself.
The youngest sister added, "Even the heavens will hunt you down if you do. Uriel might be a small one, but his deeds have angered all. Some might say he is worse than the Morningstar himself."
Her words cast Uriel not just as a foe but as a nexus of divine wrath, a being whose actions had sown discord across the celestial and infernal realms alike.
In a symbolic gesture, she handed the Salamander a small statue, its faces alive with motion, a token of the knowledge and warnings shared. "Use this against the Baroness... It will help."
As the vision began to wane, the elder's voice pierced the fading scene, "And remember, let the Chosen of Fate do her work, else you risk a fate worse than death!" This final counsel underscored the importance of adhering to the paths laid out by destiny, a caution against the dire consequences of defiance.
Snapped back to reality, Lenny found himself back in the physical world, the core of the Primordial beast fully absorbed. The trance had not only offered him a glimpse into realms beyond but had also conveyed warnings of the trials ahead, particularly the impending confrontation with Uriel....