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A divine voice resounded in the cavern, burning into the soul of everyone who heard it. My own knees gave out only a few steps from reaching Julian.
“A vow given. A vow broken,” Fate spoke into the air. It was nostalgic: familiar and yet unknown. It filled my body with purpose, and it promised the future. Like hope, but there was no uncertainty.
There was only Fate.
“I swear by Fate that I will end you…” A ghost of Alice’s own voice echoed around the chamber beneath the goddess’s words. “I will end you and stop at nothing to right destiny …”
A circle of that shimmering crystal light wrapped around the celestial, lifting her a few feet off the ground.
“Alice Smith, Keeper of Fate, Chosen of Mine.”Fate’s voice hitched with the slightest emotion; something deeper than her accusations and stern punishment.
It was sadness. Regret. A deep, unending sorrow.
“You have sworn by my name, and you have betrayed that vow,” Fate continued. A firm resolve shook reality around us. I fought the pressure, but my body was weak against the force even as my mind kept some clarity.
[Mental Resistance] for the win. Again.
“By the Rule of the Gods, I hereby strip you of my touch. You are forever banned of My Temple, and you are never to know the weave again. Be glad of my mercy, daughter of my heart.”
Alice slowly lowered to the floor as the goddess withdrew her presence from the room.
But before she was entirely gone, I felt a kiss brush against my cheek, and a small secret whisper in my ear. “Thank you … and I am sorry.”
[Status ailment:Sever Fatehas been undone.]
“Fate!” The celestial was crying and shouting at the ceiling. “Come back! You can’t do this!”
Which was when Julian, sword in hand, lunged up from the floor and stabbed Alice through the heart.
CHAPTER 100
You Have Defeated Forgotten Frost Dungeon
Julian
Something brushed Julian’s cheek, and he was suddenly wide awake, a surge of adrenaline rushing through him. His body was on fire, his injuries burning, and he was barely alive.
Alice stood over him, saying something. There was a ringing in his ear, and everything moved in slow motion.
With the last of his strength, Julian grabbed the sword beside him and lunged forward.
[You haveDied.]
[You have beenResurrected. Health 1274/1274. Mana 500/500.]
The next time Julian opened his eyes, he saw the most beautiful troll in the world looking down at him; she was brushing his hair out of his face. He reached up, putting his hand over hers and turning it to kiss her wrist.
The relaxed atmosphere around him let him guess, “We won.”
“Yes.” Gerda nodded and smiled. “Jeffry manacled everyone, and John’s looking for Visha. Everyone else is ready to go.”
Julian grunted and sat up to assess the situation. Jeffry and Tully had the three other adventurers tied together and manacled. Two were still unalive, yet manacled anyway. Pram stood to the side with Alice, who had a bag over her head. It was a cloth grocer bag printed with a familiar unicorn pattern.
“Why—”
Gerda knew what Julian was asking before he said it. “She’s unalive. But I don’t have extra [Mental Resistance] scrolls, so we’re beingextracautious.”
He nodded. “The dungeon core?”
