Chapter 133: Tapestry of Fate
The moment Sunny’s Essence touched the black wooden surface of the Divine Memory, Weaver’s Mask suddenly reached into his very soul and hungrily drank more... and then more, and more, and more.
In a fraction of a second, all of his reserve of Shadow Essence was sucked dry, with only a tiny bit of it remaining... almost as if these pitiful drops were not even worth being consumed by the mask.
And even then, all it could achieve was activate the [???] enchantment for just a single moment.
...That single moment, however, was enough to almost drive Sunny insane.
Suddenly, a horrifying pain pierced his eyes and his mind, akin to the suffering he had experienced when his mind was being degraded by Cocolia’s Destruction-infused voice, but so much worse.
Infinitely worse.
As he shrieked, all traces of intelligence disappearing from his voice, the world he saw changed.
Suddenly, all Sunny could see was an endless, beautiful eternity of twisting threads. Those threads transfixed everything in existence, connecting every living being and every object, every thought and every concept, every dream and every nightmare, stretching infinitely into every direction, as well as into the past, the present, and the future.
These were the Strings of Fate.
They were just like the threads of light that the Spell was woven of, but while the magnificent and inconceivably complex pattern that Sunny had seen in the empty void between dream and reality composed the function of the Spell, what he glimpsed right now connected... everything.
All of the universe as it had existed, was existing, and was going to exist.