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Here, the power left by the magic wand did not end, but continued still.
"..."
"Olotas... I am Lachesis."
"I am sorry for your plight."
"Wait a little longer... it won't be long before you can see the light of day again."
Beneath the earth, the River God, who had been struggling, seemed to halt its movements.
And on the ground, Lachesis glanced back at the stone bridge, carefully experiencing this mystical power.
In her eyes, Paris's magic wand was like a part of Atropos's body, only mixed with something else.
This object, cut by Destiny's own power, transformed into this mighty magic wand, even though Lachesis, who also wielded the power of Destiny, could do nothing about it.
Destiny was the most stringent rule, its order manifested in its inviolable nature.
Find the right way, and anyone could break it.
Fail to find the right way, and no matter how powerful, it could not shake its existence.
"Sister..."