"..."
Of late, the Destiny Walker's head had been aching incessantly.
As the Great Shepherd of the Destiny Church, he was the highest leader of the Church of Destiny in this age.
Almost no one in the outside world knew of his existence; even among the Gods, scarcely any had taken note of the strange stirrings hidden within the shadows.
Even within the Destiny Church itself, not many possessed the qualification to know of the Destiny Walker.
He was far too ancient.
The Goddess of Fate was one of the very first of the Ancient Gods, and Her Church had been founded in those primordial days.
As a Saint who had, in the Ancient God Era, offered his mortal flesh to Destiny long ago, the Destiny Walker's existence far surpassed that of the vast majority of the present faith-born Divine Spirits.
His consciousness had long since interwoven with the River of Destiny; he had witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, and beheld the ascension and downfall of Divine Spirits.
