65 The Will Of The World

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The world changes and the threads of fate keep entangling with each other.

New threads emerge as some disappear.

The world is stable, but for how long?

I see the creation, the leftovers of the great war that we painstakingly reformed as a world, and I can't help but love it all.

A world created by corpses of Gods and Titans, and the fragmented Realms.

But I fear that whatever is bringing these new threads to the world might not have good intentions.

Ymir… I wonder what you would do if you were here.

I had long forgotten about my wrath.

Odin is dead alongside you, and there is no point in raging over it anymore.

But you don't know how much I miss you.

A sudden spark enters the world once more.

Another of them, it seems…

Hm… It has become a dragon.

An Ice Dragon within the Jotunheimr Region.

How many have they been now?

I must use the power of fate to exert balance in the world.