Chapter 222: Kids of the Goddess
"But what if they’re trying to divide us? They’re very quiet. They went back into the passageway. Believe me, you’ve seen everything. I know very well what they’re capable of. If we divide, we’re finished. The number of people who can use the teleportation spell is limited. Everyone can’t stay together and go somewhere to help. My sister and a few aura masters have to stay directly with the Sages. We don’t have much power left."
When Atlas said these words, every god and goddess paused. Every word he said was valid. After all, he was the one who had experienced this apocalypse before.
"Still, everything is much better than before. With every step I take, I don’t see the bodies of shattered elves, humans, or half-humans... At least we only lost about a million lives out of billions, not more. I know I’m greedy, but..." Atlas muttered, covering his face with his hands, then lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling of his room.
[You are not greedy.] A message window suddenly appeared before Atlas.
This message came from someone he had never expected.
"Moros..."
Three sisters. Clotho, the spinner. Lachesis, the distributor. Atropos, the inevitable.
Three sisters representing the beginning, middle, and end of life are believed to write the destinies of even the gods and goddesses—the three supreme beings are known as the "Fates," the very embodiment of destiny.
These sisters wrote destiny, and each of these written destinies was engraved into the souls of mortals and immortals by Moros. These siblings, empowered by Chaos itself, assisted in the functioning of everything.