Do you know what it means to be a Fate Weaver?
Beings who can influence fate? Nope. Incorrect. Nada.
By weave is to create with what's present. To pick up the threads of fate. To create something that wasn't present before.
Weaving is an art.
Creation is an art.
Shaping destiny into what one desires. To change what they like or don't. Their mere existence is enough to change what is going on.
Those are the powers bestowed on the fate weavers.
A fate weaver can bring a ruined kingdom to its peak. Or drag down the heavens through the muds of Zarraf.
Wiregia Luciana.
The 2nd Fate Weaver.
The fate weaver, blessed with time.
She is one of the prime examples of why one must think before going against a fate weaver.
"To destroy or to protect, was it?" She mumbled as she looked at those higher gods surrounding her. Preparing for another war that they knew they couldn't win.
From time immemorial, she has suffered too much. No matter what she did, these gods, these beings, kept coming in her way. Destroying everything that mattered to her. Breaking everything she tried to build.
"Then perhaps. I should choose to destroy this planet and end it for all," she mumbled as she closed her eyes and started levitating in the air.
There was little that she wanted from this world. Little that made her happy. Or if one thinks about it, honestly, was there anything left for her to smile at this point now?
"Stop he-" one of the higher gods was about to shout, but he paused. His eyes shook as he realized something.
His powers... they were gone.
Wasn't just him but every single god there... every being there... They had all lost their powers. They were nothing but mere mortals standing there, looking at Wiregia Luciana floating in the air with her eyes closed.
And the gods knew... they understood. They fucked up.
That's what the gods thought as they looked at the unconscious Luciana. But before they could move...
"You won't be assaulting an unconscious lady, would you?"
A voice appeared out of nowhere, halting all the gods in their places. They didn't stop because they had heard the voice, of course... but a strange energy flowed around the area, rendering them unable to move.
And what appeared in front of them was a man wearing a black robe and a white mask.
Standing beside the unconscious body of Luciana, he sighed with a pitiful expression, and then, looking at the sky, he muttered,
"Looks like things went a little off the charts."
"Who are you-" Queina asked, but the masked man continued talking to the unconscious girl.
"Didn't I tell you to wait until all 10 of us have stepped into this world? Have some patience, will you?" He shook his head as he then looked at the gods in front of him and continued,
"Sorry about your friends. I don't want to bring your friends back since Luciana will get angry."
He seemed to be calculating something while observing what's around them. The gods in front of him, the torn heaven that was crumbling, and the distortion that it brought to the mortal world.
"Seriously. You should learn to hold back," he talked to the unconscious lady before looking up at the sky before taking a deep breath. And then he chanted something.
"[It never happened!]"
And then...
"It can't be..."
"How is this..."
"Just..."
"..."
All the gods present around had their eyes wide opened at the phenomenon. Their eyes were shocked beyond what they could believe. Never in their life could they imagine something like that...
The heaven... returned to its original state.
As if nothing ever happened.