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."

soon began to tremble. The point that the Grandmaster seemed to be making was that

goal is to make 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

fell onto the trembling lakes that were about to return into rivers, their forms being stabilized once more as they remained still.

will have a force that will simply not adhere to this influence of fate, and continues to fall into more and more randomness, bringing about even greater disorder. When

wrapped around the golden surging river, tightly binding it as destructive lights were released, the Celestial Disciples watching on in shock as the river was slowly strangled until it exploded into a

will learn to simply snuff this force out, and observe as everything around it more

the 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

increases as time passes. Whatever is born will eventually die, no matter if it is a human, a fairie, demon,

gradually becoming elevated as it seemed he was releasing a profound lecture that they would

second to bring Order and Balance in this environment of constant and ever so increasing

boomed out as it shook the origins of every listening disciple,

Fate, we have been able to bring an order never before seen

heard different rumors and ideas about us on what we really stand for. Some of you may have a picture of us as simple tyrants who

Celestial Grandmaster was moving across every single white robbed disciple as his voice reached a pitch that seemed to

in worlds where our name brought fear and silence, while some of you may have lived in stars where you looked up and were proud just to hear the name of Celestials be mentioned. You may think a great deal of things about Celestials, but you will only truly understand who we are and

come across before, the gaze of the Celestial Grandmaster shifting to a being