Chapter 155 [Enchantress!]

Chapter 155 [Enchantress!]

[Black Shadow's POV]

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And he vanished from my sight along with the rest of the city as I broke down the key plates in the sky that he created for me in hindsight.

This fate weaver... Adam.

"Did he really only unlock two restrictions?" I thought as I looked at the threads of fate still lingering around me, in various colors, including black and white.

Threads of fates are something that form the basis of the laws of the world. Different colors mean different destinies.

Red means that you will achieve power, blue means peace. Though in power you may also lose everything, and in peace you may lose your mind too.

While you will definitely reach the ending set for you, whether you will gain everything and reach there or lose everything, it doesn't matter. That's just how it is.

A single person has multiple destinies set for him. During his course of life, certain choices will break a couple of threads, making such that only one thread remains by the end.

It happens during extremely crucial points of their lives where they have to make grave decisions. In a way, impacting the rest of their lives. It happens only once or twice in their lives.

Certain individuals who are favored with luck and have a great will forge their own destinies during those events. It's rare, but it happens.

Though the new destiny is generally white. Those white threads are empty, and get coloured based on the decisions of the individuals.

And then there are destinies that are absolutely doomed. It happens when people create newer destinies but fail to achieve that path. Their previous destinies do not support their existence, and the creation of fallen, black destiny takes place.

That's what the black threads denote.

"How long are you going to hide? Didn't you have enough fun spectating?" I spoke as I saw through the illusion of the being standing at a distance from us.

From the start to the end. He knew everything.

I recalled the entire fight that had happened just a few minutes ago.

Not once the inspector was harmed, but he was always in his range. The threads of fate that normally coincide once or twice in a lifetime, tangled and separated hundreds of times, forming the most suitable outcome for that guy.

If anyone had died in the city, I would have been killed. If the city broke down, the threads might have killed the inspector, in turn killing me.

'He knew about the fates... he knew about the enchantress too... he knew about the inspector's condition... he knew everything...' the more I thought about it, the more goosebumps covered my flesh.

In fact, I knew this the moment I stood in front of him.

The reason I didn't interfere was because I couldn't... As someone who can openly see through the fate of threads. All I saw was that if I interfered in this fight before a certain time, I would die.

Killing that fate weaver meant my death as well... no no... was it even possible with the laws intact?

But there was something far more amusing to it than all of this...

'That Enchantress... she didn't know that he knew... from her behavior... she seemed to still hold him by lower standards. Yet... why is it like...' I felt a sudden rising fear from the line of thought that I had...

'Why is it like that the Enchantress played right into his hands? A primordial getting played by a fate weaver? Was that even possible?!!' I questioned, as I couldn't even fathom what was going on.

Primordials and those fate weavers...

Each of them are monsters.

I might have taken him as a weakling too if not for what I had seen today.

"I should make it a rule to underestimate none of those monsters, no matter how they look," I sighed in the end as I sat on the ground with a relaxed expression.

Let's leave the problems of the future for the time when it comes.

"Let's just celebrate this hard earned freedom for now," I spoke as I looked at the black-haired inspector.