And so, a black storm swept across the sky, but the vast expanse of stars was void of any presence; the Gods of Stars had long since hidden themselves. Impatient, Typhon headed for the sea, but apart from some unintelligent ocean creatures, he could not find a single Sea God.
Now, he had come once more to the desolate Northern Lands. The penetrating black wind was destroying everything in its path as Typhon wantonly unleashed his rage. It was not until he reached a towering mountain peak that he finally spotted an old and terrifying deity.
"Who are you, what deity do you preside over?"
The black storm gradually dissipated outside Mount Nysa, as dragon heads peered out one after another. The monstrous figure with the body of a snake, the torso of a man, and the head of a dragon looked at the old woman; his massive voice echoed between the mountains.
"I am Atropos, the deity who governs fate—or rather, its messenger."
"Fate?"
