"Yes, by all accounts, the Divine King should not be meddling with powers that do not belong to the present world, given that his throne originates from it. But those are ordinary circumstances—under normal conditions, one can afford to be choosy, but when near death, one needs to grasp every lifeline,"
A thin, cold smile appeared on Atropos's face, while her sisters Lachesis and Clotho became increasingly confused. Yet without waiting for her siblings to ask, Atropos simply raised her hand, observing her wrinkled skin.
The Fates are not deities of time; they were not meant to be born with appearances of varying ages. The reason behind Atropos's aging was something all three sisters were well aware of.
"This is the backlash of destiny, Clotho. At the very moment of our birth, the backlash was embedded within us,"
