Chapter 41. Breeds of Lies

IN THE SKYDOME

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The man with the long beard frowned, showing both frustration and deep thought. "Windy, do you think I'm wrong about fate?" he asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Windy, her demeanor serene and unyielding, shook her head in response. "No matter how you play their fate, it is still their fate to be played by you," she replied calmly, her words carrying a weight of inevitability.

Annoyance flickered across the man's features as he regarded Windy with a sharp gaze. "You're one hell of a miss," he retorted, his tone edged with irritation.

But Windy stayed calm, her gaze steady as she explained her view. "It's not about fun or entertainment. It is about their already written reality," she said patiently. "Even if you don't plan to