The sharp laughter rang out as Atropos gestured for Apollo to come over.
'Predetermined fate's master is naturally fake, and that 'Sun of Apollo' is merely talk. In truth, in Atropos's eyes, if Apollo were to take this step, it could very well entangle him with some old relics from bygone days.
But that was of no concern to her, what would become of Apollo was a matter far into the unknown future, but without the Sun for even a single day in the Mortal Realm, countless lives would perish as a result.
Having just been born to a fate riddled with holes, Atropos could only borrow against the future to patch up the present problems.
As for future matters, they would be dealt with in the future. At least for now, let her catch a breath and put an end to this worldwide disaster.
...
In the absolute void, a speck of bright light bobbed up and down. Azure light coiled around it, gently undulating, bringing with it a slight tide.
