So basically, everyone died. Everyone came back, and then died again.
Continue that cycle a couple of times, but can you see this happening? Is the true timeline what YOU see, or just what the end result is in the hands of the singular beings? Do we only see what ends up at the barrage of one singular timeline that has been bombarded with "NAH-AH" moments.
Timeline shenanigans and the singular beings playing 5D chess where the dumbass manages to get a check that is almost a mate.
Everything seems hopeless, until Maumar huptidoo happens, Lud faces the big bad of volume 2, and everyone celebrates.
The big bad of volume 2 will return, more dangerous than ever, and somehow, Lud gains a big brother of his own.
Some other minor huptidoo happens as the big bad entities other characters into joining, but the 5D chess is far too complicated for the big bad, and soon he is basically betrayed, but not really, but still kind of. Maybe. The betrayer doesn't really care either way.
At the end we all shake hands and agree that basically anything bad that ends up happening in this series is the fault of Maumar since he is basically omnipotent. Or… is he? Why is he able to visit those gods who end up at the end of the world being consumed by themselves in the abyss.
BECAUSE TIME DOESN'T MAKE SENSE IN THE ABYSS AND TIMELINES ARE ASS!
WHY DO I EVEN GIVE THIS TO YOU SINCE YOU WILL PROBABLY TAKE EVERYTHING LITERALLY AND THINK THE FATEWEAVER IS PLAYING SMART! HE ISN'T SMART! HE IS JUST A LOSER WHO IS BORED AND WANTS TO DO STUFF!
Wait… isn't that what people usually do when they are bored? Try to do anything at all? Who am I kidding, when there is nothing better to do, just go to the town down under and have fun. That is what the fateweaver probably does anyways when he isn't… you know… weaving fates.
Time is a fascinating thing when we play 5D chess. You never know what order is what and which reality is which.
With kind regards:
Bob
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I was bored, so I made you come this far.
How does it feel to be a sucker? I'm sure you are the star of every party you go to.
If this ever gets printed on paper, I'm sure this'll be a delight.
And yes, I'm just Bob. No fancy titles or anything.
What? You think because I can tell prophecies that I can earn a fancy title? Go fuck yourself.