"But if things keep developing like this..."
Noah sneered at the Elves' foolishness and quickly recalled the prophecy that Parvati had once revealed to him about fate.
Wayne, acting under his command, was the first to get involved in this disaster, and now his sister had also stepped in, quickly rising to a high position. The two were in opposing factions, in a relationship of irreconcilable enemies.
It was only natural that the siblings would meet as enemies on the battlefield, given the current circumstances, as if it were all part of fate's plan.
"Damn fate!"
Noah spat out, taking out a small piece of amber, toying with it between his claws. Inside the amber was a slender branch, seemingly casually broken off, just barely shaved, even using it as a toothpick would be difficult,
"I'm curious to see just how powerful this so-called fate really is."
Despite his words, the Golden Dragon added another layer of seal to the amber in his claws.
