"…?"
[Look at the threads of Fate surrounding the tree. You will know what I am talking about.]
The blessing returned to silence after giving him a warning.
Percival approached the tree in haste.
In the hundreds of years he had the blessing of Goddess Artemis, she only spoke to him two times.
Each time, he had managed to avert a great disaster with her warnings.
There is not much time left.
He believed the words of the Goddess of Purity.
After calming his nerves, he focused inwards.
His Fate of Fortune thread had snapped. It reduced his ability to sense the threads of Fate.
'I don't need the Fate of Fortune thread to sense the threads of Fate surrounding the tree.'
'But it's best if I build the Fate of Fortune thread first.'
'This situation is already confusing as is. Getting half-baked information because I did not have the Fate of Fortune thread will only make things difficult for me.'
Golden light began to converge on Percival.
His body shuddered.
