Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2596

Although it seemed too mystical to be true, Sunny knew that the answer to that question was a resounding yes.

After all, Sun God had twisted the fates of the Chain Lords in on themselves to make Noctis, Solvane, Sevirax, and the rest immortal. Weaver, meanwhile, had woven the Strings of Fate to create the Nightmare Spell.

So, Sunny — the inheritor of Weaver's lineage — could weave the Strings of Fate, as well.

…In theory.

In practice, he had sensed something when touching the thread of golden light. It had felt like a physical object in his grasp, but it had also felt absolutely immovable. Not inherently so, but simply because it weighed as much as the world itself did.

Moving that single String of Fate, for him, was no different from an ant attempting to move a mountain with its feeble limbs.

‘That is probably something only a Divine being can do.’

Even then, not just any Divine being... and among those great beings that could twist the Strings of Fate, none had been able to escape it, in the end, so the measure of their influence must have been limited.

‘I feel like this is something I am not qualified to understand yet, let alone perform.’

In the future, though...

The future did not exist anymore, so anything was possible.

Satisfied with that conclusion, he thought back to the very fact that the great tapestry of fate was torn and savaged.

It felt too peculiar to fathom, knowing that he was the person — or the weapon, at least — who had fundamentally altered one of the inherent pillars of existence. Among all of his accomplishments, that one stood out as the most distinguished by far. So much so that nothing else could even compare. Granted, the Vile Thieving Bird deserved most of the credit, possibly followed by Weaver. Cassie and Sunny had done their part, and what they had done was nearly impossible... but it did not feel entirely, or even largely, like an achievement of their own.

So, Sunny was not going to let it go to his head.

Still, while the question of who had unraveled the tapestry of fate remained, the implications of its unraveling were apparent.

The future, which had been determined all along, flowing toward a predestined end — even if the details of how the world arrived at that end could shift — was undecided and malleable now.

Leaving the astonishing nature of that tectonic shift aside, it seemed like a positive change. But really, it was not necessarily so. After all, there were countless possible futures now: some of them could be more beneficial than what had been fated to transpire, but some were undoubtedly far more horrible.

There was simply no way to tell, since Sunny did not know what shape the original future had been meant to take, and there was no way to learn what final shape it would settle into anymore. For better or worse, they would only find out what the future held when it was upon them — they would only know if their intervention was a blessing or a bitter curse when there was no way to change it.

The future was just... uncertain and free, containing myriad possibilities. So, it was up to Sunny and his companions to make sure that the future that ended up being realized was more hopeful than dreadful. That heavy responsibility suited him fine. Even if they failed in the end, and the world was consumed by the Nightmare that the Forgotten God was dreaming, he would at least know that they had strived for and failed to achieve a better ending themselves, not guided like puppets that performed a complicated play as their limbs were pulled by the Strings of Fate.

‘The tapestry of fate may repair itself eventually, restoring a semblance of order... but it would never be the same.’

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