Day 2

Ryuta said, "You and the others are in danger. The world will collapse, and the Tarot Alliance will be destroyed by something bigger and stronger."

Suddenly, Ryuta's entire body began to glow with light.

"Heaven's Slash!" he shouted, unleashing the attack on his past self.

The past Ryuta fell, lifeless.

The future Ryuta whispered, "I had to. It was part of the plan."

Ryuta stands confidently.

Suddenly, a portal appears, Ryuta glows again with powerful light energy, surrounding him. Ryuta dashes forward into it.

As he enters , the portal reveals a vast realm filled with ghosts, undead, and skeletons.

At the back of the crowd, The Deity Of Fate And The Deity Of Destiny Stand, while in the center the deity of life sits, smiling at him.

Ryuta walks slowly as he enters the vast realm filled with different creatures.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoes from the back of the crowd,

"Welcome to the party, young man" The Deity Of Destiny Calls Out.

Ryuta, his body radiating a brilliant light, raised his sword. "Heaven's Slash!" he commanded, releasing a powerful arc of energy toward the approaching ghosts, undead, and skeletons. The attack carved through them, but more creatures were summoned in an instant, materializing from swirling dark portals.

A cloaked figure stood in the distance, hands glowing with an eerie energy—the summoner.

Ryuta clenched his fists. "So you're the one behind this," he muttered before dashing forward. He cut through the endless waves of enemies, his blade slicing through shadowy forms, bones, and ethereal figures. But no matter how many he defeated, more kept appearing.

Determined, he pushed through the horde, dodging strikes and countering with swift slashes. Finally, he reached the summoner and, with one decisive blow, struck them down. The dark portals flickered and vanished. The endless tide of creatures ceased.

Ryuta exhaled, exhausted but victorious.

Just then, a chilling voice echoed through the air.

"So, you made it this far."

From the shadows, a woman emerged. Her presence was overwhelming, as if the very threads of fate twisted around her. She had long, flowing silver hair, piercing violet eyes, and wore robes adorned with ancient symbols. This was Vespera—the Deity of Fate.

She raised a hand, and the air around her shimmered with golden threads, weaving intricate patterns in the space between them. "Tell me, warrior," she said, her voice laced with an eerie calm. "Do you truly believe you can defy fate?"

Ryuta steadied his breathing and tightened his grip on his sword. He knew he was strong, but against a deity—especially one who could manipulate fate itself—this battle would be unlike any he had faced before.

Summoning his remaining energy, he lunged forward, light surging around him. The fight against fate had begun.