Many would find themselves pondering, what exactly was fate?
Some call it destiny- a predetermined set of events that were bound to happen, but was that all it was?
"This golden river in my hands, or the free-flowing river you were all observing before I changed the surroundings, they all have a predetermined reality that they have to follow."
The mythical river that the Celestial Grandmaster had plucked was struggling in his hands as it wanted to quickly find a way out.
"But...what if it was possible to manipulate that reality? What if it was possible to manipulate fate?"
Thin lines of light released from his body as they covered the struggling river, gradually causing it to come down as it became as docile as possible. No more struggles occurred as the river became a circular lake, standing still as the Grandmaster raised his hands up.
