The System

CH- 67: Part 03- Dance of fates!

    "No!" exclaimed Clotho. "Cease this at once. Do you comprehend the ramifications of that commandment?"

Clotho attempted to intervene, but Atropos blocked her path. "Can't you see?" she said, locking eyes with Lachesis. "Have you ever witnessed her this determined before?"

Lachesis's eyes dimmed, yet glimmered with defiance, refusing to surrender regardless of the toll. She bit her lower lip, drawing blood. Two additional streams trickled from the corners of her eyes, joining the dark flow of blood from her mouth.

Several seconds later, Lachesis coughed up a mouthful of blood, drenching half the room in black, far exceeding the volume her body should hold.

Atropos's hair extended, enveloping the entire room and purging it of any stains. They remained unfazed within the blazing flames, wholly focused on channeling vital energy into Lachesis.

"Why is it taking so long?" Clotho voiced the concern, her tone edged with urgency.

"She must have broken or overridden the commandment," Atropos suggested, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"Why?"

"To see," Lachesis interjected with a cough, glaring at Clotho as she couldn't discern the obvious. "Stop acting so childish."

Clotho pouted and glanced at Atropos. "Don't look at me," Atropos responded, raising her hands in a defensive stance. "Was it Worth it?" She changes the topic.

"Depends," Lachesis replied, her bloodlust seeping out, saturating the palace with a tangible aura of death. "Do you consider a hub meant for the Noor a good find or a bad one?" She clenched her fist, feeling her bones quiver under the pressure.

Clotho's demeanor paled, her once bubbly mood giving way to despair. "It can't be," she whispered in disbelief.

"And why not...?"

"Because it never did before and–" Atropos faltered as she locked eyes with Lachesis, her voice trailing off. Memories flooded her mind—a blank slate of red that her fires failed to purge. There was an overwhelming presence that even her flames could never reach or cleanse. "Omni Wars," Atropos muttered, her flames retracting into a bob cut.

"We have to—" Clotho began to say, but before she could finish her sentence, Lachesis flashed in front of her and severed a thread before it could weave into existence.

"There's a difference between acting and being stupid. I won't be warning you again," Lachesis cautioned them both.

"Now what?" Atropos questioned. "Sit and watch while an all-out war breaks loose?"

"We have the system and Das Sar guiding the rules. There's no way we can lose control."

"Yes, we have everything we need. Why fight for supremacy?" Lachesis remarked with sarcasm.

"We—" Atropos corrected herself. "You saw it. We can change the outcome."

"Tampering with a natural hub where every Noor's thread of time is involved?" Lachesis laughed at the suggestion. "Are you both truly my sisters?"

"If we can't, who else can?" Clotho glared back at Lachesis. "No one can manipulate a thread better than we can."

"Yet we scrape by at the tenth position," Lachesis reminded them. "Rot compelled us to initiate the system, and do I need to remind you how challenging it was to emerge victorious when the hub consisted of only two Noor?"

"We are part of the Das Sar," proclaimed Clotho.

"And are you confident enough to come out unscaved in a battle against Void?" Lachesis slumped back into her cloud, reminiscing about the old days. "He is just one step ahead of us, yet we would be considered extremely lucky if one of us survives."