Chapter 157: Spear of the Lake
【Legend states: In the deepest reaches of the distant Frost Plains lies a tranquil lake that never freezes throughout the year, and sleeping beneath the lake rests a mysterious Lady of the Lake.】
【After the catastrophe known as Ragnarok of the Gods erupted, a strange burning meteor once fell from the heavens and crashed directly into that lake.】
【During the century that followed—】
【That Lady of the Lake personally forged a three-meter-long heavy spear using the special material of that meteorite and left behind a prophecy for the world: Whoever can pull out this spear shall be crowned the next King of the Frost Plains.】
【From then onward, throughout the long years that followed, this sleeping Spear of the Lake became universally acknowledged as the absolute symbol of royal authority and power.】
【And you may already possess the potential to pull out this heavy spear.】
After reading through this entire background description—
Lance let out a long breath.
This was the Fate Trajectory that the spell had grafted onto him before collapsing.
