Damon walked into the city of Trace in a daze. His steps slowed without him noticing, his eyes unfocused as the memory clawed at his mind.
Who was that woman… and how had she almost seen him even with fate manipulation resistance?
His fingers curled slightly at his side.
Fate manipulation resistance had protected him from being sensed by the True Gods after his death in Lysithara. It had erased him from their perception.
So how had she sensed him?
His jaw tightened.
There had been a moment. A single instant where something cold and absolute brushed against him.
If he had looked at her… he knew it with certainty.
He would have died.
'Was that a memory or a vision'
His gaze lowered, brows drawing together.
The System had shown him that. He could feel it.
Then why?
"Why did the Unknown God give her a sword that can end all things"
His voice came out low, almost a whisper, his throat dry.
