Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Many would find themselves pondering, what exactly was fate?

Some call it destiny- a predetermined set of events that were bound to happen, but was that all it was?

"This golden river in my hands, or the free-flowing river you were all observing before I changed the surroundings, they all have a predetermined reality that they have to follow."

The mythical river that the Celestial Grandmaster had plucked was struggling in his hands as it wanted to quickly find a way out.

"But...what if it was possible to manipulate that reality? What if it was possible to manipulate fate?"

Thin lines of light released from his body as they covered the struggling river, gradually causing it to come down as it became as docile as possible. No more struggles occurred as the river became a circular lake, standing still as the Grandmaster raised his hands up.

"When one becomes proficient enough, manipulating and influencing these predetermined sets of realities becomes possible."

As he was speaking, his hands plucked out multiple golden flowing rivers around him as he turned them into docile lakes that serenely floated around him. It was at this moment though, that one could see the first river he had turned into a lake begin to tremble as it reformed back into a river.

"But this brings us to the next point that all of you have to ingrain into your origins. Things will always go back to the natural state they were in, a natural state that is filled with randomness and disorder. From a calm lake into a surging river, the thing to be understood is that at the core of all of it- randomness, or disorder, will always increase."

the nearby lakes as they soon began to tremble. The point that the Grandmaster seemed to be making was that once things returned to this state of disorder, they would go even further as they made the surrounding entities also fall

sure that the things which have been influenced and manipulated remain in that state of balance, that they remain ordered. This can be very hard

to return into rivers, their forms being stabilized once more as they remained still. But the single raging river fought against the thin golden lines as it remained wild, the

will simply not adhere to this influence of fate, and continues to fall into

wrapped around the golden surging river, tightly binding it as destructive lights were released, the Celestial Disciples watching

snuff this force out, and observe as everything around it more easily and

numerous rivers which had been turned into lakes floated serenely around the Celestial Grandmaster, not a single one of them even showing a sign of changing back as even the slightest trembling could

universe- they are all in a constant state of randomness and disorder that only increases as time passes. Whatever is born will eventually die, no matter

it seemed he was releasing a

pioneers of fate that work every second

the origins of every listening disciple, even the ones

bring an order never before seen in this Light Expanse, a level of

may have a picture of us as simple tyrants who force our

reached a pitch

just to hear the name of Celestials be mentioned. You may think a

anything he had come across before, the gaze of the Celestial Grandmaster shifting to a being next to him as he became