Is this really a Game?!

The cavern continued to pulsate with magical energy, and the formation's compression intensified. The air became heavy, making it difficult for everyone to move. Avargan, despite his initial shock, was now consumed by a rage that seemed to fuel the very ritual he had set in motion.

"Your betrayal will not go unpunished, Elyndor!" Avargan roared, his voice echoing through the cavern.

Elyndor, still floating in the center of the formation, remained unfazed. "Your arrogance and cruelty were bound to catch up with you, Father. Now, the angels will witness the consequences of your actions."

Reign and the others, caught in the middle of this family drama turned cosmic crisis, could only watch as the grand array pulsated with an otherworldly glow. The symbols on the cavern walls seemed to come alive, weaving an intricate dance of fate that transcended mortal understanding.

Avargan was shocked that Elyndor was able to glimpse into the tapestry of fate, after all, he had never shown any of his children how to do so.

He told them that it was not possible, that only those who were given the gift of glimpsing into fate could do so, and none of them had the gift, which was a lie.

A couple of them had the gift, but Avargan simply didn't want to teach them, after all, being able to glimpse into fate itself was incredibly useful, and it could lead to many scenarios he didn't wish to see.

What if one of his children suddenly saw that he could become an even better ruler than he could, what if glimpsing into fate would have some of his children second-guessing their choices of being loyal to him?

He could never let such a thing happen, he could never allow another person to hold so much power and potentially pose a threat to him, and yet, Elyndor had done just that.

His most loyal son, the one who had done the most for his plan, the one who helped him so much, was now the one who betrayed him. He could do nothing but stare at Elyndor with hatred and spectate as the formation activated itself.

The compressed formation suddenly collapsed, before expanding, covering the entire hideout and more.

"I offer these sacrifices to the guardians of fate, I offer my flesh and soul to preserve the balance that the fateless will break, I offer those that wished to control fate to face their punishment," Elyndor said before staring up at the ceiling.

Many people suddenly felt a chill, except several of Avargan's children who had a sort of symbol shine on their hands, a symbol that had not been present there before.

It was the symbol of fate, a symbol that showed that they were not to be harmed by the angels.

"Oh angels, I call for you to come and deliver your justice!"

Elyndor's voice echoed through the area, and silence was all that remained.

Nothing happened.

The formation that had expanded greatly was still present, and it was still functional, but nothing happened, there was no portal that appeared, no immense pressure that came from a higher being appearing, nothing.

There was nothing that happened.

"The angels do know best after all," Avargan said with a chuckle before he started laughing maniacally as Elyndor continued standing straight, although a slight flicker of panic was seen in his eyes.

"I am the fated one, I am the one that deserves to meet with them, not you, my son, it was never you," Avargan said with a smirk as he took a step toward Elyndor.

"You glimpsed into the tapestry of fate, I will admit, I never expected you to be able to do such a thing, I never taught any of you to do so."

"You were right, I had never looked at you as my children, more like tools that could be used."

"Good tools, might I add, after all, I was the creator, so of course they would be good and useful to me," Avargan said with his smirk still present as he took step after step toward Elyndor.

"You reached Tier VI without me knowing, congratulations."

"You plotted against me for god knows how long, well done."

"You used a spell to make me do something I usually wouldn't do when fighting the Nephilim, and you probably did something to him to make him use that attack back then, an immaculate work that left no clues."

"You changed the formation, had several of your brethren join you to aid your plan, all of it right under my nose, and I didn't notice a thing, simply incredible."

"And yet, you have failed, my son," Avargan said as he stood merely 2 meters away from Elyndor who was still levitating.

"Why, why isn't it working?" Elyndor asked as his face warped in anger.

"I am fated, I am qualified, why is it not working, why are they not coming?!" Elyndor shouted, his face red from his rage, the veins on his forehead clearly visible, seemingly about to pop.

"You are not fated," Avargan said with a calm smile as he stared at Elyndor.

"I am, the tapestry does not lie, I am fated, and they should come, that is what the tapestry has told me, it is impossible for it to not be correct!"

Suddenly, Elyndor stopped talking as his body seemingly froze. He glanced down, only to see a hole in his chest, a hole that was made by Avargan who used his dark energy to pierce through him.

"See, even now, with you pretty much dying, they will not come, they don't care," Avargan said as he suddenly started levitating as well and stared at Elyndor with a smile.

"And now, my son, I shall resume what I was doing, and I will have the aid of the angels."

Avargan pushed Elyndor, only to find out that he could not do so.

The wound on his chest was closing, being healed incredibly quickly, and Avargan stared in shock at the sight as he felt a familiar energy surge around Elyndor.

"No, impossible, they didn't come, it's impossible!"

"I am fated, not him, not him!" Avargan said with rage as he was suddenly pushed several meters back, falling down on the ground and sliding even further away.

Suddenly, the ceiling above them opened as the mountain they were in split in half.

The moment it did so, an incredibly powerful aura was sensed by Reign and the others as three figures appeared above them, all three slowly floating down, their wings, which were not physical, but were formed from a yellow and purple energy, flapped gently, but even such gentle flapping of the wings was enough to create powerful gusts of wind.

"Angels, you came ... finally ... you came," Elyndor said as he opened his mouth wide in happiness. Tears fell down his face as he stared at the three mystical beings that said nothing.

The angels descended gracefully, their ethereal presence filling the cavern with an otherworldly aura. Their forms were humanoid, resembling an idealized version of humans, but their skin was unlike anything ever seen.

It glowed with a subtle iridescence, and intricate lines, pulsating with energy, adorned their bodies in mesmerizing patterns.

The lines on their skin seemed to shift and move, creating a mesmerizing dance of light. It was as if the very essence of fate was etched onto them, constantly in motion, a representation of the ever-changing tapestry of destiny.

Their eyes, radiant orbs of celestial energy, bore a deep wisdom that transcended mortal understanding, and yet, at times, their eyes seemed to be devoid of anything, acting merely as tools they used to see.

As they arrived some 3 meters above Elyndor, they stopped and continued floating in the air above him and the others. Despite their humanoid appearance, the angels emanated an ancient and powerful presence, evoking both awe and reverence.

The air around them seemed to vibrate with divine energy, and their gaze was piercing as if they could see through the very souls of those present.

Mia, Iscandar, and the others could only stare in awe at the celestial beings that had answered Elyndor's call. The cavern was filled with a profound silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical formation that still lingered in the air.

As for Reign, he simply continued watching the angels, no awe present on his face.

After all, Reign had met gods, and he had met the one that stood at the very top of the universe, even though Raziel had always looked like a regular human and didn't radiate any energy, a mere glance was enough to tell people that he was different.

When one looked at Raziel, it would be like looking at nothing, and yet, as if they were looking at everything.

It was a weird phenomenon. Raziel was like the darkest void in the universe in one moment and nobody would be able to sense a thing, and then, in the next moment, one would be afraid their brain would melt from all the things they were sensing from him.

Compared to him, the angels, as well as most things in the universe, just fell a bit bland.

Elyndor, despite his earlier panic, now stood with a triumphant smile, his eyes glistening with tears of joy. "Angels, blessed guardians of fate, I am Elyndor, the one who summoned you. I have brought you the offering you seek."