Chapter 135: Weakling
Chapter 135: Weakling
[The Child of Origin has taken her first action against fate.]Amon stared at the notification.
Kayla was still holding Ciara tightly against her chest.
The golden light in the child’s eyes had already vanished.
For several seconds, nothing else happened.
Then the system changed.
[Hidden bloodline condition fulfilled.]
[Origin Fate has entered its first awakening stage.]
[Current awakening progress: 1%.]
Amon’s expression hardened.
"Explain."
The system responded immediately.
[Origin Fate is a unique fate attribute capable of generating new destiny pathways rather than merely interacting with existing ones.]
[Current bearer: Ciara Moonstone.]
[Due to the bearer’s age, development remains incomplete.]
[Premature awakening detected.]
Amon looked at the black residue on the floor.
"Because of him."
[Confirmed.]
Kayla glanced at him.
"What is it saying?"
Amon turned toward her.
For a moment, he considered lying.
Then he looked at Ciara.
That option disappeared.
"Something awakened inside her."
Kayla’s arms tightened.
"Is she hurt?"
"No."
Amon answered immediately.
The system confirmed it.
[No physical damage detected.]
[No spiritual damage detected.]
[Origin Fate remains stable.]
Amon exhaled slightly.
"She’s fine."
Kayla looked down at their daughter.
Ciara had already stopped crying.
Her tiny hand clutched the front of Kayla’s clothing.
She looked almost exactly the same as before.
Almost.
Amon could sense something now.
A faint pressure.
Not energy.
Not aura.
Possibility.
Every time Ciara moved, the world around her seemed to contain slightly more ways for things to happen.
Amon hated how impossible that sounded.
The system continued.
[New protective function unlocked.]
[Origin Guardian Link.]
[Master may now detect major changes affecting the Child of Origin regardless of distance.]
[Master may consume Fate Points to intervene in limited fate distortions surrounding the Child of Origin.]
Amon’s eyes narrowed.
That was useful.
He opened the details.
[Origin Guardian Link]
[Current range: Unrestricted.]
[Current intervention capacity: Low.]
[Intervention strength increases with Fate Authority.]
Amon looked at his status.
[Fate Authority: 2.]
Still far too low.
The fight tonight had made one fact painfully clear.
He was stronger than most things in this kingdom.
That no longer meant anything.
The threats had changed.
Amon looked toward the residue again.
"Entity death incomplete."
The system responded.
[Confirmed.]
"Where is it?"
[Unknown.]
His expression darkened.
"Can you track it?"
[Foreign entity has disconnected from current vessel.]
[Primary fate signature temporarily concealed.]
Amon crouched beside the residue.
Azrael reacted faintly.
The black particles moved.
Not much.
Enough.
Amon touched one with the tip of the blade.
The particle disappeared into Azrael.
The sword vibrated.
Then pulled.
A direction.
Northwest.
Amon’s eyes sharpened.
Interesting.
The system could not track it.
Azrael could.
He stood.
Kayla immediately noticed.
"You’re leaving."
Amon looked at her.
"Not yet."
He walked toward the nursery doors.
The bodies of the royal guards remained outside.
More footsteps approached from the corridor.
Dozens.
Amon heard steel.
Orders.
Then the doors opened.
Royal Guard soldiers flooded the entrance.