Northern Lands.
Mount Nysa.
On the continuous mountain range, the traces once left by Typhon were faintly visible.
At the cold and lofty peak, the temple of the three Moirai sisters faced the cold winds of the Northern Lands.
For hundreds of years, the three Fates executed their authority here, weaving the tapestry of all lives... but today is not like the past.
Now on Mount Nysa, the once-busy figures were no longer to be seen.
Atropos and Lachesis were long gone, leaving behind only the youngest of the three sisters.
Clotho, the weaver of the thread of life, also the only one not afflicted by the poison of fate.
Her part was always borne by her two elder sisters.
She only needed to sit on Mount Nysa, completing her inborn duty.
Even now, with Lachesis sealed, the backlash of fate still did not come to her.
For unlike Atropos, the goddess who measured fate had no opportunity to react; her time was fixed at that moment.
