He'd been afraid countless times within his time in the Fields of Carnage.
Though over time, he repeatedly affirmed himself and overcame all challenges, the flaw in his heart remained.
So he would change it. He would evolve it.
He would forge a Dao Heart forged out of the very essence of fate, a Heart where everything in his sight was a matter of Will.
A Heart that steered the workings of Fate in his direction, a Heart that controlled and dominated fate.
A Heart that would be above fear or hope—for the future, past, and present were within the palm of his hands, the absolute being a mere possibility.
The Dao Heart of Hopeless Fate.
And there came the horror of Fate.
Because, was this not what it wanted? Was this very moment not what Fate desired?
Fate called upon him, and unbeknownst to him, he'd answered its call.
It was a trap he couldn't help but walk into.
