"Moira!!" A voice of sorrowful indignation began the prologue.
Indeed, Fortuna was mad.
Her entire body was wrapped in violent gusts, borrowing the power of the God of Magic, Bal, to attack, carrying enormous wind and rain energy.
"I am the fate of endeavor!"
Endless shock waves gathered on her body, "No matter how it turns out! Even if I am not skilled in combat, inheriting Moira's will, how could I possibly lose to you?"
"Even if I can't win, even if I lose, I must strive to try!"
"What are you babbling about?" God looked indifferent, swiftly turning around, delivering a punch.
"However, I see the flames of anger in your eyes against fate."
"Goddess of Destiny, as your opponent, the greatest respect I can offer is to give my all."
Bang!!
God threw a punch, clashing with the other's scepter.
The face of the Goddess of Destiny showed the madness of a martyr, biting her lip with a look of unwillingness.
