"Sigh—I just knew…"
At the Aigaleo Mountains, beside an unnamed pond.
The aged face stiffened once again, and even though she had been prepared, Atropos still found it difficult to accept when she personally heard "never heard of it."
Indeed, she had always been aware that in Chaos's Mortal Realm, the Fates were never liked.
Whether it was the mortals on earth or the immortal deities, even Zeus, who treated them with respect, still instinctively detested and rejected them.
After all, destiny could not be changed, and the Three Fates were even more so.
What they brought was never good news, only vicious reports that tormented people day and night.
A Prophecy, a mortal king committed the tragedy of killing his father and marrying his mother.
To evade destiny, three generations of Divine Kings slaughtered each other.
Atropos understood this; no one liked unavoidable disasters.
Yet, whenever she came to the Mortal Realm, she still wished to reveal her own name.