The scene around him changes once more. The now newly evolved frost wolf went on a hunting spree. Its newfound power had unknowingly made it into an apex predator.
This time the scenes never stopped changing around him. Each one showed the subsequent conquests of the wolf, with every battle and every victory it grew in strength.
The scene changes and begins to speed up as various battles of the frost wolf appeared in front of him in short flashes. Many of these conquests or defeated opponents of the Frost wolf were recognized by Andrew, from low-rank monsters to even high-rank A-class monsters, even humans and other humanoid species.
Finally, the changes stopped, this time Andrew stood on a desolate plain. In front of him was a mountain of corpses both human, humanoid, and other monsters. Standing at the top of this mountain of carnage was a frost wolf. One that Andrew was now familiar with. However, it was now drastically different from what he saw before and when he defeated it.
A bloodied white fur that had been drenched in its enemy's blood, with a stature that stood 4 meters high, and about 7.5 meters from head to tail. The Ice crystals that were prominent on high-rank frost wolfs could be seen, however, unlike its kin these were dyed red.
It carried a regal yet oppressive air about it as it stood on the mountain of corpses. Its purple eyes still shined with such an ominous glow, and the gash on its eye made it intimidating. The moon shone up from behind it as if declaring it a ruler.
As Andrew stared upon this figure, he could slowly his saliva in fear and anticipation.
It had been a while since he had felt such fear.
He was staring at a king an apex of its species, the mountain of corpses served as its throne. As the moon shined on the frost wolf as if declaring its rule.
The frost wolf then stared down at Andrew. Slowly Andrew grew nervous and began to sweat profusely in response. Gritting his teeth, he stood his ground staring back up at the overpowering figure.
In an instant the frost wolf leaped off from its throne of corpses, landing directly in front of Andrew, its figure towering over his figure.
"Cold" was the first thing Andrew thought as he stood in front of its giant figure. The frost wolf leaned its head down staring at Andrew straight in the eye.
Its breath ruffled Andrew's hair as the visage of its sharp pointed canines and its cold breath sent shivers down his spine. Not willing to back down, Andrew stared back.
Silence.
Not a word.
Not a sound.
Then it happened.
The world around shattered, as the image of the wolf in front of him faded away. Instead, he saw the image of the frost wolf he killed. Its current form greatly lacked the size, majesty, and power it exuded before.
Then something caught his eye a familiar black hair grey eyed individual fighting against the frost wolf, firing a gun from atop a tree. Struggling against the frost wolf, falling to the earth with it, and finally killing it.
Why did the scene in front of him change?
What did it all mean?
Andrew tried to find an answer. However, the more he thought about it, the more questions kept appearing.
Until he heard it.
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The distinct sound of a string snapping. Almost as if he knew by instinct Andrew finally understood what was happening. In mythology there have been various beings who were said to control "Fate", in Greek mythology it was the "Moirai", in Norse mythology it was the "Norns", In Rome it was the "Parcae".
These were beings who supposedly dictated the metaphorical thread of "Fate", which dictate the path of life for all beings. They determine all "Fate" mortal and immortal alike, like a script that had already been written for your life. They could cut your "Fate" short or even choose to make your life miserable. They were said to be feared by both mortal and immortal alike.
Many have tried to defy fate. Whether it was due to their rebelliousness, anger, or fear, some were even successful. However, they were never successful for long.
To control fate whether that be your own or another's was always up to Fate itself.
Andrew had unknowingly achieved something that no mortal especially not a low-ranked human was supposed to be able to do. He had changed the fate of another.
The images and scenes of the conquests of the frost wolf against all its opponents, and its subsequent rise to the apex, were predetermined.
That was its fate.
It was supposed to continue hunting and evolving until it became a terrifying existence feared by all. However, Andrew's existence changed that, when he killed it. Now it would never grow stronger, and would never reach the apex.
He had rewritten the script.
He had snapped the thread of fate of the frost wolf.
As Andrew came to this realization, the world around him began to change once more. The images around him blurred as his surroundings began to fade.
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He awoke from his trance, his eyes now regaining clarity. He looked once more in his palm and noticed that the golden thread now began to slowly disappear.
Hurriedly he checked his status to see if there were any changes.
Name: Andrew Bartholomew Meez
Race: Human
Titles: The Survivor, ???
Unique Ability: Eyes of Fate
DEX: E
STR: E
DEF: D(-)
INT: E(+)
WIL: E(+)
VIT: D(-)
Evaluation: E+
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As the ???????? ?? ??????, The one who ?????????, your growth is ????????? and your existence ?? ?????? ???? ??? ????. You can????? ??? ??????? ???? ?? ?????? ??????.
Eyes of Fate:
You are able to see the Golden Thread of Fate. The past, present and future Fate are all perceived by you.
Seeing the description of his skill, Andrew began to chuckle.
Slowly that chuckle devolved into a hysterical laugh.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAA"
His vision grew blurry flooded with tears that ran down his face as he laughed hysterically. If anybody saw him in that him at the moment, they would never have been able to tell what he felt.
Was it anger at the irony of the situation?
The Pain of how things could have been different?
Sadness at the hilarity of it all?
No one but Andrew knew.
As the day continued, the sun shone down on the forest.
Andrew sat there in the forest alone, in the aftermath of the battle, laughing and crying.