In the dimly lit realm where shadows converged like tendrils of obscurity, a heavy air of uncertainty weighed upon God Lunar. His encounter with the enigmatic voice had left him with a profound sense of doubt and disquiet.
"I understand the situation very well. Even my own position is at stake. Still, I couldn't comprehend how she survived when she clearly died. I remember the day when I wrote her fate vividly. I recall how my pen ceased to move, just like how she is not yielding now. It felt as though someone was intentionally holding my hand, preventing me from sealing her fate," the God of Fate, Moiroi, explained. His voice quivered with uncertainty, and traces of frustration were etched in his words.
God Lunar listened intently, his features etched with a mix of concern and contemplation. "Why didn't you mention this to the Almighty God?" he inquired, his gaze searching for answers.
