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Chapter 910 Controlling the Angels

?The angels remained silent, their gaze shifting between Avargan, who was struggling to rise, and Elyndor, who stood proudly before them. It was as if they were assessing the situation, weighing the threads of destiny that intertwined with the souls present.

The angels continued glancing around, observing each person present with calm expressions.

"We have arrived slightly late, but not late enough for anything to change." One angel said as another nodded its head.

"Too dangerous, that being observing the planet, too dangerous to come without hiding our presence."

"Yes … too … frightening." The first angel spoke again as its expression slightly changed before returning to normal after the third angel, the one in the very center, glanced at the two of them.

After a moment, the central angel, distinguished only by a slightly brighter glow, spoke with a voice that resonated like distant echoes. "Elyndor, the mortal who gazes into the tapestry, we have heard your call. The offering has been presented, but the threads of fate are complex."

Elyndor\'s expression shifted from triumph to uncertainty. "What do you mean? I am the one fated to meet you, to receive your blessing!"

"I have glimpsed into the tapestry, I know that I am right!"

The angel spoke again, "Fate is not a singular path, but a myriad of possibilities. Your father, Avargan, though steeped in darkness, remains entwined with the tapestry. The fateless ones, both of them, have their parts to play as well."

Reign\'s eyes widened in surprise. He still had no idea what was truly happening and why he was called a fateless together with Iscandar, but he didn\'t have the time or luxury of finding out.

He simply exchanged glances with Iscandar, who remained stoic.

Elyndor\'s expression turned into a mix of frustration and desperation. "But I am the one who changed the formation, who offered the sacrifice. I am the one who sought your blessing! Why is it not granted to me?"

"They are fateless, how can they have a part to play, they have no part in anything, they have no destiny, no fate, they are merely abominations!"

The angels, unmoved by emotion, responded, "The offering is accepted, but the ultimate judgment lies beyond our realm. The balance of fate is delicate, and your actions have consequences that ripple through the tapestry."

As the angels spoke, the cavern began to resonate with an intense energy. The magical formation, now infused with the presence of the celestial beings, glowed with an even brighter light. The lines on the angels\' bodies intensified in their intricate dance, reflecting the intricate dance of destiny itself.

"We shall not meddle, we shall not interfere with how things will happen in this place, and we shall not accept your sacrifice."

Avargan, who had managed to rise, stared at the angels with a mixture of defiance and anger. "I will not accept this! I summoned you to gain power, and power I shall have!"

Before anyone could react, Avargan unleashed a surge of dark energy, propelling himself towards the angels. The air crackled with magical tension as the clash between dark and celestial forces unfolded.

Well, it didn\'t last really long, only about a second.

The dark energy from Avargan was unable to get close to the angels as their mere presence made it dissipate when coming close to them.

"It is your duty to respond to the ritual, to come and help the ones that summon you forth!"

"Don\'t think I don\'t know the rules you have to follow, the restrictions placed upon you by fate itself!" Avargan said as he smiled dangerously while the angels glanced at him from above.

"Angels, you have come here because of the ritual!" Avargan said as he spread his arms open.

"You have already responded to the ritual, and because of that, you need to take action!"

"It is against fate itself if you do not act if you merely leave!"

"And I know that you cannot truly do that." Avargan suddenly smiled dangerously as he stared at the angels that had stopped moving and were staring down at him.

"You did not finish the ritual, nor did you summon us, you are not worthy, not qualified to talk to us." The angel said with a calm voice as Avargan continued smiling.

"Maybe not, but I am the one that has constructed this, as well as the one that has researched for a long, long time."

"Idiot son of mine, command them to do as you wish, they cannot go against the ones that have summoned them, not before they give something in return, or do something in return."

The angels remained composed, their expressions unchanged despite Avargan\'s attempts to manipulate the situation. The central angel spoke again, "Your understanding is flawed, mortal. We respond to the threads of destiny, not the whims of a single individual. The tapestry of fate is woven by the choices and actions of all beings, not just one."

Avargan\'s smile wavered, but he quickly regained his composure. "You are bound by rules, rules set by fate itself. You cannot ignore the call of the ritual, and you cannot leave without fulfilling your duty."

The angels exchanged glances, and the central one nodded slightly. "Indeed, we are bound by the laws of fate. However, your ritual is incomplete, and your motives are tainted. We cannot be swayed by manipulation or deceit. The threads must align, and the balance preserved."

"You are simply not worthy to know more, that is all."

With a gesture from the central angel, a barrier of shimmering energy expanded, separating Avargan from the celestial beings. He was now confined within a mystical boundary, unable to breach the barrier that shimmered with the essence of fate.

He continued pounding at the barrier with full force, doing his best to break through it but was unable to do so.

Elyndor, though still recovering from Avargan\'s earlier attack, watched with a mix of frustration and realization. "Father, your greed blinds you. The angels follow a higher order, one beyond your control."

"I admit that this was unexpected, but this is reality, you need to acknowledge it."

Avargan seethed with anger within the confines of the barrier. "You dare lecture me, my own flesh and blood? I will not be bound by the whims of fate or the rules set by these so-called guardians."

"You don\'t wish to force them, fine then!"

"You do not wish to do anything to help us, alright, no problems!"

"You want us to die here against these two fateless bastards, against two beings that go against destiny itself, against a human with no fate, and a Nephilim!"

"Well then, if you so wish to act like this, then I shall end this little charade!" Avargan suddenly smiled before extending his hand.

The mountain suddenly shook, and Elyndor and the angels stared in shock at him as the array collapsed.

"I didn\'t wish to do this, to actually destroy something I had spent decades creating, and planning, but you gave me no other choice," Avargan said as Elyndor landed on the ground and stared at his father in shock.

"River of fate that flows with no end in its sight."

"The tapestry is woven from the fabric of reality itself."

"The invisible force guiding us all without our knowledge or comprehension."

"I give thee everything," Avargan said as the formation, all the artifacts and arrays, as well as most of his children, suddenly glowed before dissipating in the air.

The men and women had no time to even shout or scream before they were gone, their forms scattering in the air in an instant.

"I wish for control over the angels," Avargan said with a bloodthirsty smile as the angels disappeared and appeared around him, their arms stretched toward him, only to suddenly stop.

"Too late," Avargan said as he stared at the angles with a smile as they all retracted their hands robotically and stared at him in anger.

"What … what just happened?" Elyndor asked in shock as Avargan clicked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head upon glancing at his son.

"Your plan was nearly flawless, my son, but compared to me, who has been researching the intricate river of time where fate resigns and the tapestry of fate, your knowledge is simply subpar to mine."

"Angels, I wish for you to kill the people present, all of them," Avargan said with a smile as the angels started moving.

They moved slowly, very slowly, and robotically.

It was obvious that they were being forced to move, and that they were not willing to do what they were told.

"The tapestry has already given me control over you, for the next couple of days, you are mine to command, so why are you still struggling?" Avargan asked before he shook his head.

"Kill them, and don\'t let a single one escape, or you will be punished."

A golden beam of energy suddenly attacked one of the angels and struck it with full power, causing the mountain to shake and cracks to appear in the cavern they were in, and yet, the angel was not damaged in the slightest, which made Iscandar frown.