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."

they soon began to tremble. The point that the Grandmaster seemed to be making was that once things returned to this state

Celestials come in. We are students of Fate, and our goal is to make sure that the things which have been influenced and manipulated remain in

stabilized once more as they remained still. But the single raging river fought against the thin golden lines as it remained wild, the

adhere to this influence of fate, and continues to fall into more and more randomness, bringing about even greater disorder. When you reach

they 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

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

serenely around the Celestial Grandmaster, not

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

elevated as it seemed he was releasing a profound lecture that they would never

the Celestials, have chosen to be the pioneers of fate that work every second to bring Order

listening disciple, even

proficiency in the Supreme Law of Fate, we have been able to bring an order never before seen in this Light Expanse, a

stand for. Some of you may have a picture of us as simple tyrants who force our wills onto others. Some of you may look at our actions and call them vile or detestable, while some of you may think of us as merciful saints

his voice reached a pitch that seemed to

just to hear the name of Celestials be

felt a sense of gravity unlike anything he had come across before, the gaze of the Celestial Grandmaster shifting to a being next