In the heavenly realm, the god of fate, Moiroi, found himself kneeling in a dark, oppressive cloud, a choking sensation gripping his throat. "What are you doing? Release me! I, the god of fate, command you!" he roared, his voice echoing in the void.
But the unseen force replied, "A mere god like you order the supreme god? I wasn't aware you held such authority,Moiroi."
Moiroi scoffed. "Supreme god? Don't be absurd! You are no supreme god, nor will you ever be." He confronted the entity claiming the celestial title, Marcus.
"So, you've figured it out already? I underestimated your cunning, Moiroi. Had I known, I would have been more careful," Marcus chuckled, his amusement devoid of warmth.
"Careful? You call hiding your true identity for years cautious?" Moiroi retorted. "It took us eons to unravel your charade."
