Transmigrated with my corruption system

Elsewhere across Tempest City, atop a massive building, a single figure stood.

A woman draped in a simple white robe, her silvery hair trailing all the way to her feet and fluttering gently in the day’s breeze. The robe clung smoothly to her curves as her eyes remained fixed on the scene below. Her figure stood almost frozen in time.

The only thing shattering the illusion was the occasional flutter of her eyelids.

"The cycle of life and death," Elira hummed softly.

Each glimpse allowed her to peer into their destined fates, possible only because they were mere mortals just beginning their paths to power.

She could see where their lives would lead: their deaths, their misery, their happiness, and their joy. All of it intertwined in threads already woven before they were born.

What was power if death remained certain either way? she mused, before tearing her gaze away. Warm streams of liquid trailed down her cheeks.

She had overdrawn herself again. With every gift in life came balance. She was a seer, able to glimpse the fate of others just as her ancestors had before her. But the power came at a heavy price. Her body had to remain untainted by any other force, condemning her to a mortal life.

It was a heritage she was born with and could never change. Others might see it as a curse, but she considered it a blessing.

As she sank deep into her thoughts, deducing multiple concepts, the essence of time slipped past her grasp. Hours flashed by in moments as darkness crept in.

Looking toward the moon, she bathed in its radiant glow. Her once-pale face grew rosy as the dried streaks of blood washed away. The night gave her strength.

As the thought settled, she smiled, watching clouds gather across the sky, followed by rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning.

Finally, she muttered beneath her breath,

"You came."

Her back remained turned to the new presence as she continued basking in the moonlight, her silver hair glimmering with an ethereal sheen that created a mesmerizing sight.

"You were expecting me?" the figure muttered, stepping forward, his brows arching slightly.

"I see glimpses and converge them into possible outcomes. You coming was one of them."

"Interesting," the figure murmured, walking closer to reveal his full frame, a man draped in a blue robe that flickered with mystical runes.

"So you do share the same abilities your mother once wielded?" Thunderblade asked, a faint smile spreading across his face.

The last time he had seen her, she had yet to be born, still in her mother’s womb.

The smile on his face faded. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Then you also know why I came?"

Nodding gently, Elira turned slowly to lock eyes with the blue-robed man. Her ethereal beauty came into full display as she sighed.

"You came to inquire about the fate of the one you wish to go against."

Thunderblade nodded, his eyes widening slightly at her beauty. But it meant little to him now. He pressed on.

"Tell me more about this... boy whose name is on everyone’s lips."

A gleam of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Was the youth truly strong, or was he just like the rest, blinded by the arrogance of a little power?

His thoughts were cut short as a frown formed on his face at Elira’s next words.

"I can’t help you with that."

"Huh?" Thunderblade exhaled, his fists tightening dangerously.

"Do you also stand by his side? You should do well to remember your mother owed me a great debt. Now I require it from you..."

Sensing his growing anger, Elira shook her head slowly. "I can’t help you... because I cannot see his fate."

As the words echoed, Thunderblade’s face grew even more dumbfounded. A seer unable to pierce through the fate of a person, especially a low-ranked human, given the limits of her power could only mean one thing: his fate was guarded by the heavens themselves, or he was simply an anomaly.

The revelation should have brought a scowl to his face. Instead, a smile spread across it. This could only be a sign of great strength.

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, Elira’s voice echoed once more.

"But... I saw fragments."

"Tell me," he demanded, his attention instantly piqued.

"You will go against him, but you shall be devoured by the abyss cast by his shadow. Your fate is death if you attack."

He weighed the words for a moment before spitting, "I am not afraid of death." He was only afraid it would be meaningless.

But this gave him new hope. His fate was already sealed. There was nothing to lose and everything to gain.

"You will learn fear," Elira muttered.

Thunderblade only smiled. All this talk was making him even more interested.

The lightning coursing through his veins was dying for release. But tomorrow, the truth would be revealed.

He would either fall by the youth’s hands or rise to become a C-rank powerhouse. There were no two ways about it.

Raising his head, his eyes drifted to Elira.

"All you see are mere fragments of fate. Tomorrow, I shall rewrite fate itself and show all of Tempest what true strength is like, the strength that once made their ancestors shudder in fear. Then you can lecture me about fear."

As his last words echoed, the sky rumbled violently. A thick bolt of lightning struck down, engulfing him. When it faded, his figure was gone.

A few moments passed as Elira stood motionless, her gaze fixed into the distance.

Then the sound of shuffling footsteps echoed behind her.

"Is it true what he said?" a girl in a grey robe asked, her sharp dark eyes narrowing.

"Were you listening to the conversation?" Elira muttered, turning to stare at the girl.

Watching her suddenly grow flustered, face flushing as she tried to come up with an excuse, Elira smiled and dropped her hand to ruffle the girl’s hair.

Before looking back into the distance, a rare gleam of uncertainty flashing across her eyes as she murmured,

"I... don’t... know."

Watching the girl’s eyes widen, Elira smiled faintly before the expression slowly faded, replaced by a grave look as she lifted her face toward the sky.

"Though the signs are unclear... the river of destiny flows only toward blood."