The next day.
Upon waking from the soft grand bed inside the high tower, Lachesis gazed at the exquisite relief on the ceiling.
Her spirit felt unusually relaxed and carefree, as if transcending time.
Since that fainting episode, not much time had actually passed, but to Lachesis, it felt endlessly long.
As the backlash of fate gradually weighed upon her, with the arrival of night and the rise of the world's negative forces, those chaotic fates would transform into terrifying nightmares entangling the Goddess's dreams.
Lachesis could not remember what she dreamt, but every time she woke, her body would be completely drenched in sweat.
Despite knowing that Atropos had taken on the punishment of fate for them, it was not until this moment that she realized how massive this cost truly was.
Merely a slight touch was enough to make her suffer through sleepless nights.
Compared to what Atropos had to bear, this was merely a drop in the ocean.
"Sigh…"
