A voice echoed through the cavern, cutting off Avargan's frustrated rant. The mysterious figure, who had been observing silently, now stood beside Avargan.
"You did too much, you tried to shift fate itself, even if the tapestry would allow it, do you believe the system would want such a thing to occur?" The figure asked Avargan who was frozen in fear.
He couldn't sense it.
The figure was standing next to him, he could see it, but he could not see any features, they were shrouded by a black mist. He could not sense the being at all, even with his connection to the angels, all who were Saints, couldn't sense him.
In his current state, although weak, Avargan was sharing senses with the angels, which meant that even if a Saint were to appear, he could easily sense him from miles away and place countermeasures.
And yet, this person arrived suddenly, and even the angels were too frightened to do a thing.
