Fang Yuan stood on the roof of the High Temple, looking down at the panic he had just ignited. To a Rank 3 Space-Time Weaver, the minds of these mortals were like open books with fragile bindings.
"System," he thought, "Monitor the 'Faith-Value' of the capital."
[System Notification: Seed of Doubt planted. Kaelen's local Providence has fluctuated by 0.04%. Plot Armor remains high, but the foundation is cracking.]
Fang Yuan nodded. He knew that Fate was a collective energy. If the people stopped believing Kaelen was their savior, the "Luck" granted by the heavens would begin to bleed out.
He didn't need to kill the hero yet. He needed to deconstruct him.
He turned his gaze toward the Royal Palace, where the "Golden Child" was currently training. With his Weaver-sight, he could see the massive pillar of golden light surrounding the boy—a fortress of destiny.
"Tomorrow," Fang Yuan mused, "the prophecy says the Hero will find the 'Blade of Dawn' in the Sacred Crypts. It is supposed to be his first great weapon."
Fang Yuan's eyes pulsed with an indigo light. "Let's see how the Hero reacts when he finds a graveyard instead of a weapon. And let's see how the kingdom reacts when their 'Light' fails his first test."
With a step, he vanished into a spatial fold, heading toward the Sacred Crypts to rewrite the next chapter of the world's history.