In the waking world, chaos had erupted unexpectedly. With the appearance of nearly three hundred Awakened, thought dead, society was turned upside down. The appearance of these warriors, superior to any other, marked a before and after for the future generation. But above all, it was the absence of the daughter of the immortal fme that shook the world completely.

  Like the epic of a mythical hero. The feats accomplished by a single individual sparked the longing and hope of millions. Along with the support of the government, Shifting Star soon became a tragic figure for the public, filling every individual with hope, giving them the motivation to overcome the challenges of that world while waiting for their savior to return. Yet, only a few people seemed to miss a certain treacherous shadow.

  "Don't you find it funny how easily a character is forgotten? You were with us the whole way from day one. You risked your life for us and lost it because of my ck of foresight. Still, only Effie, Kai, and I know that we miss you."

  Cassie, the blind seer, spoke calmly, but also with a hint of sadness. She was sitting next to a sleep pod. It was the pce where Shifting Star rested, but her words didn't seem to be directed at the sleeping dy, but rather at a small, dying tree in a pot beside her.

  The branches of that pnt were fragile, with few swaying leaves and a dark color; but overall, it was an ordinary tree, if not for three lines carved into the tree trunk.

  "One for each death," the blind girl murmured, stroking the cracked surface.

  Her eyes were hidden by a simple strip of cloth, but a heavy pressure emanated from them. The world was changing, the battles were growing, and soon a camity would strike Antarctica. All while they remained so weak.

  Could she achieve the same thing they had? Was she enough? That was her greatest fear. Although the threads of fate had been violently severed, the flow of destiny stubbornly continued, but the outcomes that once seemed certain were shifting toward much darker and more dangerous outcomes. With that future, the end of humanity would come much sooner.

  "Anyway, it's time for me to leave." She looked away. It didn't matter if she was the most suitable for the job; now she was the only one who could repair the tapestry. "I have to pick up my future apprentice from school. Now that they're no longer around to carry the threads of fate, I'll take care of her until my time comes."

  Cassie gave a small smile, then took the small tree and left the room.