The Goddess of Fate looked around her, but all she saw was white space devoid of color.
She found herself in a world of white, with nothing to see but… a broken Soul Core hovering a few meters away from her.
This was Thirteen's Soul Core, the one the Goddess of Fate had pierced when he stabbed his heart.
Its surface had weblike cracks, converging on the hole in the center. If it were whole, it would've shined faintly as it actively made high-speed calculations, aiding Thirteen in his fight against opponents much stronger than him.
But it was now lifeless. No different from an abandoned piece of broken equipment.
The Goddess approached and looked at it with a complicated gaze.
She thought she had finally put an end to the threat of the System of Cannon Fodders.
Wielded by the body of his beloved, her sword had clearly pierced through his heart. It was a very dirty move, and even she was appalled by her own method.
But she still did it because… she was afraid.
