While Damian lay unconscious in the snow, completely unaware of what his choice had cost, chaos rippled across the entire universe.
Every seer and oracle, from the smallest worlds to the greatest civilizations, felt it simultaneously.
Those who had received favor from Fate, whose visions had been clear and certain, whose power had been amplified by cosmic backing, suddenly found their minds going blank.
The support they'd relied on for years or centuries simply vanished, leaving them blind and grasping at shadows.
And those who had been suppressed by Fate, whose visions had been clouded and manipulated, whose paths had been deliberately obscured, suddenly felt clarity flood through their consciousness for the first time since they'd embarked on their journey.
The fog that had clouded their sight lifted, revealing truths they'd never been allowed to see.
But regardless of which side they'd been on, all of them realized the same terrible fact.
