Waiting—bracing—for the moment when hell would descend upon us all, I stood in stillness as fate sharpened her knife between me and my fated mates.
And then it happened.
The wind that had stirred in unnatural spirals moments before stilled… and in its place stood the three deities of fate.
They didn’t walk in.
They appeared—each one materializing in the space where the priest once stood. His absence was now explained.
Time itself bent around them.
The eldest, Emilia, stood at the left. On her right, Emily stood in the center, and Emmy on the end. They held their positions like living statues of divine judgment. All three wore their royal attire—garments embroidered with the ancient symbols of the Itah clan, their colors shifting with the tide of destiny. Their very auras shimmered wi
