In front of the three giant mirrors, the Fate Weaving Sovereign raised his hand and gestured toward the mirror that represented the past. The gesture was like a hand gently pulling invisible strings.
As if responding to his call, ashen-colored strings extended from the mirror toward the Fate Weaving Sovereign's outstretched left hand.
From the middle mirror, which represented the present, green threads of fate extended toward both his left and right hands like obedient children.
And from the mirror on the right, which represented the future, silver threads of fate slowly emerged from the reflection of uncertainty. Then, the moment the reflection changed, the threads shattered into a myriad of sparks.
Pffftt!
