Years flew by.
Inside a runic citadel Alexandra opened her glowing eyes and sighed in disappointment. "Failure. Why can't I comprehend it? Why can't I comprehend fate?" For over three hundred years, from when she was at the emperor rank, she had been desperately trying to comprehend the true meaning of fate, the true meaning of her innate ability, but all her efforts were futile.
It was as if there was an unknown force preventing her from understanding fate.
Over these hundreds of years, she had already progressed to the late stage of the spirit forging rank, but she was still a distance away from the peak stage, was the strongest creature on the world other than her master. It wasn't that there weren't any more late-stage spirit ranks; there were more, three more: Iron Tooth, Thallo, and Malavan. But she was stronger than the three due to her tier 4 true meaning, while theirs were still at tier 3.