Chapter 912: The Angels Rebellion: Avargan’s Desperate Move
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Chapter 912 The Angels Rebellion: Avargan's Desperate Move
?Avargan's eyes widened for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. The mention of an external force, something beyond his control, frightened him a bit, but his thirst for power and dominance quickly overcame any reservations.
"I care not for your warnings. I am the master of fate itself!" Avargan declared with a manic determination, dismissing the angels' concerns.
"There is nothing of the sort that I can see in the tapestry, it is still clear, nothing will go wrong today, they will all die, and I shall be the victor, the kingdoms will be mine!"
As the trio continued their strategic movements, Reign, Iscandar, and Elyndor began to notice a pattern in the angels' behavior. Despite being under Avargan's control, there was a persistent resistance within them that allowed Reign and the others to foresee what they were doing.
The angels' warnings echoed in their minds, hinting at an impending threat that Avargan seemed oblivious to.
Elyndor, despite his conflicted emotions, focused on deciphering the intricate threads of fate. He understood that the way Avargan had managed to gain control over the angles was something completely different from what he was used to, but he had to at least try. With each step, he delved into the tapestry of fate, doing his best to figure out just what his father had done and if there truly was no way of breaking his control.
Reign, agile and swift, skillfully avoided the slow and deliberate movements of the celestial beings. Iscandar, on the other hand, continued testing the limits of his powers against the angels. Despite the earlier realization that their direct attacks were ineffective, they believed that there must be some weakness to exploit, that there had to be some way they could slow down the angels even further.
The system was working on trying to find a way out for them.
It was obvious that this was not something the system had considered when giving them their mission, which was weird considering the fact the system was supposed to be omniscient and should know everything.
It seemed that matters concerning fate were not that easy for even the system to notice ahead of time.
As they maneuvered through the cavern, the angels continued to issue warnings, their voices resonating with urgency. Avargan, however, remained obstinate, fueled by his desire for dominion over fate.
The tension in the cavern escalated as the struggle between the controlled angels and their internal resistance intensified. They were doing the best they could to stop themselves from moving, to not obey Avargan who was becoming increasingly more annoyed by their resistance.
Elyndor focused on unraveling the mysteries of his father's manipulation, began to see subtle flaws in Avargan's control. It wasn't a complete dominance; there were cracks in the hold he had over the angels.
The very essence of fate rebelled against such forced manipulation, and Elyndor saw a glimmer of hope. Even though Avargan was given control over the angels because of what he had done, it wasn't absolute, after all, nothing was ever absolute.
Elyndor, with his deep knowledge of fate, sought ways to amplify the angels' internal resistance. He extended his hands, tapping into the threads of destiny woven into the fabric of reality. The air around him shimmered with a mysterious energy as he attempted to manipulate the essence of fate itself.
Reign, agile and swift, continued to dance around the angels, drawing their attention away from Iscandar. He occasionally launched attacks, testing their reactions and keeping them engaged in the intricate dance. The angels, despite their controlled movements, showed signs of frustration and hesitation, revealing the internal struggle within.
The cavern, now filled with conflicting energies, became a battlefield between the celestial beings, Elyndor's manipulations, and Iscandar's disruptive aura. The three of them were determined to exploit the vulnerability in Avargan's control and put an end to the chaos that threatened not only their lives but the very existence of the world.
As the struggle intensified, Avargan, standing at the center of the tumult, felt the disruptions in his control. His expression shifted from arrogance to concern as he realized that his dominance over the angels was actually growing weaker.
The tapestry of fate, a force beyond his comprehension, rebelled against his manipulations, helped by Elyndor who was staring at him with a dangerous smile.
"Fools!"
"You think you can defy me, the master of fate, I will crush you all, the angels are mine, and you shall not take them away!" Avargan roared, his frustration boiling over as he attempted to reinforce his control over the angels.
However, his efforts were met with increased resistance from the celestial beings. The angels, now more aware of their internal struggle, resisted Avargan's commands with newfound determination. Their movements became more erratic, and their voices echoed with a hint of rebellion.
"You ... do not ... control us ... any longer!" The central angel declared, its voice resonating with power that Avargan hadn't encountered before.
"It is over, father," Elyndor said as he fell down to his knees and panted heavily with a smile.
"You lose, in the end, you lose."
Avargan stared at the angels who were now standing still and staring back at him with a calm expression. He had lost control over them, the control he gained after sacrificing so much, was gone so easily.
"Had they not been as powerful as they are, I admit, we wouldn't have been able to help them get rid of the control, alas, it was our fortune that they were," Elyndor said before Avargan suddenly stared at them with a blank expression.
"I will win, it has been predetermined, you won't stop me, you can't stop me," Avargan said with a smile on his face as he suddenly brought a dagger to his neck before slitting his own throat.
"I will be victorious." Avargan's voice echoed through the cavern as Reign and the others stared in shock as blood spilled from his open neck before suddenly floating around him.
"Oh fate, I give you everything, my past, my present, my future, everything I have, everything I am, I give to you, in return, give the angels back to me."
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Chapter 912 The Angels Rebellion: Avargan's Desperate Move
?Avargan's eyes widened for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. The mention of an external force, something beyond his control, frightened him a bit, but his thirst for power and dominance quickly overcame any reservations.
"I care not for your warnings. I am the master of fate itself!" Avargan declared with a manic determination, dismissing the angels' concerns.
"There is nothing of the sort that I can see in the tapestry, it is still clear, nothing will go wrong today, they will all die, and I shall be the victor, the kingdoms will be mine!"
As the trio continued their strategic movements, Reign, Iscandar, and Elyndor began to notice a pattern in the angels' behavior. Despite being under Avargan's control, there was a persistent resistance within them that allowed Reign and the others to foresee what they were doing.
The angels' warnings echoed in their minds, hinting at an impending threat that Avargan seemed oblivious to.
Elyndor, despite his conflicted emotions, focused on deciphering the intricate threads of fate. He understood that the way Avargan had managed to gain control over the angles was something completely different from what he was used to, but he had to at least try. With each step, he delved into the tapestry of fate, doing his best to figure out just what his father had done and if there truly was no way of breaking his control.
Reign, agile and swift, skillfully avoided the slow and deliberate movements of the celestial beings. Iscandar, on the other hand, continued testing the limits of his powers against the angels. Despite the earlier realization that their direct attacks were ineffective, they believed that there must be some weakness to exploit, that there had to be some way they could slow down the angels even further.
The system was working on trying to find a way out for them.
It was obvious that this was not something the system had considered when giving them their mission, which was weird considering the fact the system was supposed to be omniscient and should know everything.
It seemed that matters concerning fate were not that easy for even the system to notice ahead of time.
As they maneuvered through the cavern, the angels continued to issue warnings, their voices resonating with urgency. Avargan, however, remained obstinate, fueled by his desire for dominion over fate.
The tension in the cavern escalated as the struggle between the controlled angels and their internal resistance intensified. They were doing the best they could to stop themselves from moving, to not obey Avargan who was becoming increasingly more annoyed by their resistance.
Elyndor focused on unraveling the mysteries of his father's manipulation, began to see subtle flaws in Avargan's control. It wasn't a complete dominance; there were cracks in the hold he had over the angels.
The very essence of fate rebelled against such forced manipulation, and Elyndor saw a glimmer of hope. Even though Avargan was given control over the angels because of what he had done, it wasn't absolute, after all, nothing was ever absolute.
Elyndor, with his deep knowledge of fate, sought ways to amplify the angels' internal resistance. He extended his hands, tapping into the threads of destiny woven into the fabric of reality. The air around him shimmered with a mysterious energy as he attempted to manipulate the essence of fate itself.
Reign, agile and swift, continued to dance around the angels, drawing their attention away from Iscandar. He occasionally launched attacks, testing their reactions and keeping them engaged in the intricate dance. The angels, despite their controlled movements, showed signs of frustration and hesitation, revealing the internal struggle within.
The cavern, now filled with conflicting energies, became a battlefield between the celestial beings, Elyndor's manipulations, and Iscandar's disruptive aura. The three of them were determined to exploit the vulnerability in Avargan's control and put an end to the chaos that threatened not only their lives but the very existence of the world.
As the struggle intensified, Avargan, standing at the center of the tumult, felt the disruptions in his control. His expression shifted from arrogance to concern as he realized that his dominance over the angels was actually growing weaker.
The tapestry of fate, a force beyond his comprehension, rebelled against his manipulations, helped by Elyndor who was staring at him with a dangerous smile.
"Fools!"
"You think you can defy me, the master of fate, I will crush you all, the angels are mine, and you shall not take them away!" Avargan roared, his frustration boiling over as he attempted to reinforce his control over the angels.
However, his efforts were met with increased resistance from the celestial beings. The angels, now more aware of their internal struggle, resisted Avargan's commands with newfound determination. Their movements became more erratic, and their voices echoed with a hint of rebellion.
"You ... do not ... control us ... any longer!" The central angel declared, its voice resonating with power that Avargan hadn't encountered before.
"It is over, father," Elyndor said as he fell down to his knees and panted heavily with a smile.
"You lose, in the end, you lose."
Avargan stared at the angels who were now standing still and staring back at him with a calm expression. He had lost control over them, the control he gained after sacrificing so much, was gone so easily.
"Had they not been as powerful as they are, I admit, we wouldn't have been able to help them get rid of the control, alas, it was our fortune that they were," Elyndor said before Avargan suddenly stared at them with a blank expression.
"I will win, it has been predetermined, you won't stop me, you can't stop me," Avargan said with a smile on his face as he suddenly brought a dagger to his neck before slitting his own throat.
"I will be victorious." Avargan's voice echoed through the cavern as Reign and the others stared in shock as blood spilled from his open neck before suddenly floating around him.
"Oh fate, I give you everything, my past, my present, my future, everything I have, everything I am, I give to you, in return, give the angels back to me."
Chapter 912 The Angels Rebellion: Avargan's Desperate Move ?Avargan's eyes widened for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. The mention of an external force, something beyond his control, frightened him a bit, but his thirst for power and dominance quickly overcame any reservations. "I care not for your warnings. I am the master of fate itself!" Avargan declared with a manic determination, dismissing the angels' concerns. "There is nothing of the sort that I can see in the tapestry, it is still clear, nothing will go wrong today, they will all die, and I shall be the victor, the kingdoms will be mine!" As the trio continued their strategic movements, Reign, Iscandar, and Elyndor began to notice a pattern in the angels' behavior. Despite being under Avargan's control, there was a persistent resistance within them that allowed Reign and the others to foresee what they were doing. The angels' warnings echoed in their minds, hinting at an impending threat that Avargan seemed oblivious to. Elyndor, despite his conflicted emotions, focused on deciphering the intricate threads of fate. He understood that the way Avargan had managed to gain control over the angles was something completely different from what he was used to, but he had to at least try. With each step, he delved into the tapestry of fate, doing his best to figure out just what his father had done and if there truly was no way of breaking his control. Reign, agile and swift, skillfully avoided the slow and deliberate movements of the celestial beings. Iscandar, on the other hand, continued testing the limits of his powers against the angels. Despite the earlier realization that their direct attacks were ineffective, they believed that there must be some weakness to exploit, that there had to be some way they could slow down the angels even further. The system was working on trying to find a way out for them. It was obvious that this was not something the system had considered when giving them their mission, which was weird considering the fact the system was supposed to be omniscient and should know everything. It seemed that matters concerning fate were not that easy for even the system to notice ahead of time. As they maneuvered through the cavern, the angels continued to issue warnings, their voices resonating with urgency. Avargan, however, remained obstinate, fueled by his desire for dominion over fate. The tension in the cavern escalated as the struggle between the controlled angels and their internal resistance intensified. They were doing the best they could to stop themselves from moving, to not obey Avargan who was becoming increasingly more annoyed by their resistance. Elyndor focused on unraveling the mysteries of his father's manipulation, began to see subtle flaws in Avargan's control. It wasn't a complete dominance; there were cracks in the hold he had over the angels. The very essence of fate rebelled against such forced manipulation, and Elyndor saw a glimmer of hope. Even though Avargan was given control over the angels because of what he had done, it wasn't absolute, after all, nothing was ever absolute. Elyndor, with his deep knowledge of fate, sought ways to amplify the angels' internal resistance. He extended his hands, tapping into the threads of destiny woven into the fabric of reality. The air around him shimmered with a mysterious energy as he attempted to manipulate the essence of fate itself. Reign, agile and swift, continued to dance around the angels, drawing their attention away from Iscandar. He occasionally launched attacks, testing their reactions and keeping them engaged in the intricate dance. The angels, despite their controlled movements, showed signs of frustration and hesitation, revealing the internal struggle within. The cavern, now filled with conflicting energies, became a battlefield between the celestial beings, Elyndor's manipulations, and Iscandar's disruptive aura. The three of them were determined to exploit the vulnerability in Avargan's control and put an end to the chaos that threatened not only their lives but the very existence of the world. As the struggle intensified, Avargan, standing at the center of the tumult, felt the disruptions in his control. His expression shifted from arrogance to concern as he realized that his dominance over the angels was actually growing weaker. The tapestry of fate, a force beyond his comprehension, rebelled against his manipulations, helped by Elyndor who was staring at him with a dangerous smile. "Fools!" "You think you can defy me, the master of fate, I will crush you all, the angels are mine, and you shall not take them away!" Avargan roared, his frustration boiling over as he attempted to reinforce his control over the angels. However, his efforts were met with increased resistance from the celestial beings. The angels, now more aware of their internal struggle, resisted Avargan's commands with newfound determination. Their movements became more erratic, and their voices echoed with a hint of rebellion. "You ... do not ... control us ... any longer!" The central angel declared, its voice resonating with power that Avargan hadn't encountered before. "It is over, father," Elyndor said as he fell down to his knees and panted heavily with a smile. "You lose, in the end, you lose." Avargan stared at the angels who were now standing still and staring back at him with a calm expression. He had lost control over them, the control he gained after sacrificing so much, was gone so easily. "Had they not been as powerful as they are, I admit, we wouldn't have been able to help them get rid of the control, alas, it was our fortune that they were," Elyndor said before Avargan suddenly stared at them with a blank expression. "I will win, it has been predetermined, you won't stop me, you can't stop me," Avargan said with a smile on his face as he suddenly brought a dagger to his neck before slitting his own throat. "I will be victorious." Avargan's voice echoed through the cavern as Reign and the others stared in shock as blood spilled from his open neck before suddenly floating around him. "Oh fate, I give you everything, my past, my present, my future, everything I have, everything I am, I give to you, in return, give the angels back to me."
