East Sea.
Above an unnamed island.
Thin layers of clouds drift gently in the sea breeze, bearing aloft an exquisite chariot.
Her gaze fervently focused on the figure beside the volcano's mouth, a hint of excitement flickered in Lachesis' eyes.
"It's him, quick—Hermes, catch him!"
"As long as you help me catch him, I'll agree to anything!"
Her voice could hardly conceal her joy, to the point of speaking without filter.
However, Lachesis didn't mind this little matter; at this moment, all she wished was to end this nightmarish period of time.
When Atropos was still around, the Fates didn't think their sister was so irreplaceable.
Regarding fate, the three goddesses each had their own perspective; even in their duties, they seldom acted together.
Privately, Lachesis even found her sister's actions to be of no use.
After all, she wasn't sure if the Divine King could bring the deviated constants back on track.