" So, they have t at last."
The woman nad Fate, from her vast bedroom chambers, watched everything unfold through a projected television screen. Her legs were crossed one over the other, contemplating, and her eyes held a deep, wise glint to it that could only be born from eons upon eons of observing and experience.
Fate was the third child of the primordial chaos that gave birth to the multiverse. The first was Space, the second Ti. Together, the three siblings mapped out the various universes of the cosmos. Fate wrote their destiny, Ti carried it out, and Space set the stage.
Now, however, the other two children of the primordial chaos are on the brink of collapse.
" There is not much ti left," Fate muttered to herself, narrowing her eyes. "Jace 'Cyanide' Silverdale he has just t the first Sentinel. At this rate, he will not make it in ti"
Fate wanted to take things into her own hands. But alas, she could not. As one of the three governing powers of the multiverse, she cannot directly interfere in any matters, even if it ans her own siblings are dyingas that, is their fate. She must rely on a mortal, a mortal whose fate was to oppose celestial powers such as herself.
Fate was absolute. She knew that very well. There are certain people in the world who believe they can break past their destinies and defeat fate. Cyanide was one of them. Ragnar was another.
But alas, in the end, of the two, one was destined to lose, and one was destined to win.
Fate was absolute.
Suddenly, a ringing noise blared out in the woman's paradoxical room, and after so slight hesitation upon seeing who it was, she picked it up.
" The Gravemind," she murmured under her breath. "What business do you have with today?"
From the other end, the laughter of a man echoed in Fate's ears.
"Hahaha long ti no see, my friend."
Fate gave a chuckle. "It has not been long enough. And besides we aren't even 'seeing' each other right now, are we?"
"Indeed," the man replied in agreent. "But that does not have to be the case."
Fate gave a sigh. " This again? My answer will not waver."
"Are you certain? Ti and Space have already been nearly exhausted. If you really choose to defy us further you will end up in the sa manner. That would be very painful for to watch. Join uswe can craft a new world."
"It is too early for to give up," Fate said confidently. "Ti and Space may fall to you, but without , your master cannot do anything. And I still have four trump cards."
"Oh?" The man seed intrigued at her words. "So that is why you decided to stick your hand into my ga I see. The victor who ets your requirents will beco one of your cards. Of course, I am certain the other three cards of yours are scattered elsewhere in the multiverse, but I will leave that to my colleagues to deal with. As for that player 097, was it? Is he one of them?"
"Who knows?" Fate shrugged. "You are the GM, are you not? You should know better than ."
"Hahaha yes, you are right," the man chuckled deeply. "But alas I'm afraid it does not matter."
At this, Fate paused. What did this man an?
Sensing the woman's montary silence, the man titled 'GM' gave a low laugh.
"I know what you are thinking, Lady Fate. The number of players are dwindling fast, and by my ga's rules, the arena will be shrunk for every 100 players dead. At the rate things are going, your precious little pawn will not be able to free all eight Sentinels before the Squall closes in on their lairs. Hence, you wish to speed things up. But I'm afraid it won't be so easy for you, who cannot directly interfere with anything, correct?"
Fate remained silent. The man had been right on the mark.
After several seconds, the man chuckled, and Fate could hear him clapping his hands together on the other end of the call.
"As such, I have an idea. How about we play a little ga of our own, Lady Fate?"
" Oh?" Fate replied, arching an eyebrow. "Enlighten ."
"Just for this batch of survivors, I will add so special equipnt into the ga. This equipnt will allow the players who wear them to enter the Squall without taking damage, and although it cannot last forever and needs to be recharged with ti, even within the Squall, indoors locations are immune from the damage."
"So, you are giving my trump card a chance to gather the Sentinels, and defeat you?" This ti, it was Fate's turn to chuckle. "How peculiar."
"Ah, but that's not all," the man replied with a 'tsk-tsk' sound. "With every opportunity, cos an equal amount of risk. As such, just for this batch of players I will add in a special candidatea pawn of my own."
At this, Fate tightened up, and narrowed her eyes.
" I thought you were all about fairness, so-called Gamaster."
"I am," the man chuckled. "You are bestowing ga-breaking powers upon your little trump card by using the Sentinels, are you not? Naturally, I must do the sa to my own, to maintain fairness."
""
It was hard to argue there.
"So, my dear chairwoman," the man said calmly, warmly. "How about it? Your pawn against mine. If yours wins, I will tell you the locations of where Ti and Space are being held captive. But if mine wins"
Fate closed her eyes, and smiled.
" Hmph. I understand. If your pawn wins I will succumb to your side."
"Very good!" The man said happily, clapping his hands together once more. "A pleasure working with such a straightforward and concise woman, Lady Fate. Now then"
The man went to work, implenting his own pawn into Endzone. Once the process was complete, he gave a dark laugh.
" Let the ga begin."
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