Humans in Type-Moon, Path of the Heroic Spirit

Chapter 104 Norse Ragnarok (x) Greek Ragnarok (√)
Beneath the sacred tree of a palace on Mount Olympus.

"Sister... what's wrong with Cloto?"

Lachesis knelt on the ground, gently cradling the unconscious Clotho in her arms, while looking anxiously at her elder sister Atropos and asking questions.

“I don’t know, Lachesis…I don’t know…”

Even Atropos, the eldest and most composed of the three sisters, couldn't help but panic at this moment. She shook her head and kept muttering to herself.

Because of the special nature of their powers, the three Fates have always been well protected—they only need to watch over and untangle the threads of fate to keep the world running, without having to assume any other responsibilities.

Therefore, they do not know how to handle this sudden situation.

Moreover, the Atropos sisters had tried every method they could think of, but Clotho, who was in a coma, still showed no signs of waking up.

"Then, can we contact Mother now? If she's here, maybe she can solve Clotho's problem—"

Suddenly remembering her mother, Nyx, Lachesis looked up with teary eyes and whispered hopefully.

"……Mother?"

Lachesis's words were like a cool spring, gradually calming the panicked Atropos down. But after a moment's thought, she said dejectedly.

"Even if we could contact my mother, it would probably be too late. They live in the depths of hell, too far away from us..."

"However, you gave me a heads-up, Lachesis."

As Atropos calmed down and regained her composure, although her voice trembled slightly, she forced back her unease and instructed, "I'm entrusting Clotho to your care now. I'm going to Lord Zeus's palace to seek his help."

Without waiting for Lachesis's response, she transformed into a pale golden streak and soared into the sky, flying towards the very center of Mount Olympus.

…………

A short while later, two streaks of light descended from the sky and landed directly in the palace.

The light faded, and what appeared before the Clotho sisters was their eldest sister, Atropos, and a tall, robust middle-aged man with a wild, white beard like a lion and long white hair.

"Lachesis! How is Cloto?"

Upon returning to the palace, Atropos anxiously approached his younger sister and whispered inquiries about her condition.

"The situation is very bad, sister."

The blonde girl standing beside the bed gently shook her head, her voice filled with unease and worry, "Ever since you left, Cloto has been unconscious, and her breathing seems to be getting weaker and weaker..."

"How could this happen? What on earth happened to this child—?"

Looking at the frail girl on the bed with her eyes tightly closed and her expression pained, Atropos's face grew even paler. Then, as if grasping at a straw, she turned her head urgently and pleaded with Zeus, who was standing to the side, "Lord Zeus! Please save this child!"

"Don't worry, Atropos, I will."

As Zeus spoke, he stretched out his hand.

With a soft sound of electric arcs tearing through space, a golden scepter formed from lightning suddenly appeared in his hand.

Immediately afterward, Zeus pointed the tip of his lightning bolt-shaped scepter at the still unconscious Clotho, and a burst of blue-white divine power shot out, directly into her body. "..."

Seeing this, Atropos and Lachesis stood nervously to the side, silently praying for their little sister.

"It's okay now."

After a while, sensing that Clotho's condition was gradually improving, Zeus withdrew his divine power and spoke in a calm voice.

The next moment, as if to confirm his words, Clotho, whose eyes were originally closed, began to tremble slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes, and a little color appeared on his pale face.

"On behalf of Clotho, I thank you for your help, Lord Zeus."

Seeing that her sister's condition had improved, Atbolos, who had been very nervous, immediately relaxed. She then bowed her head to Zeus and thanked him respectfully.

“It’s nothing, Atbolos.”

Zeus, wielding his lightning scepter, glanced at her, then shifted his gaze to the frail girl lying on the bed, and said solemnly, "Clotho, could you please tell me now why you fell into a coma, and why the threads of your future destiny suddenly broke down?"

Of the three Fates, Clotho is arguably the most unique and crucial.

Unlike her eldest sister Atbolos, who was responsible for cutting the threads of fate, and her second sister Lachesis, who distributed the threads of fate, she was the initiator of fate, responsible for weaving the threads of fate for the future.

If something were to suddenly happen to Clotho, it would signify a major upheaval, or even destruction, in the near future.

As the king of the Olympians, Zeus, who always took it upon himself to protect humanity and the world, naturally did not want to see the world headed for destruction.

After all, there are still many beautiful humans in this world whom he has not yet tasted (crossed out)...the gifts he has bestowed upon them.

"Of course, no problem... Lord Zeus..."

Although she was a little confused about the situation, Cloto nodded with some difficulty, and then she began to explain haltingly.

"Because...fate is giving me a warning..."

"Warning?"

Upon hearing her words, Zeus's expression changed slightly, and his gaze toward Clotho became serious.

If it truly is a warning from "fate," then things are far from simple.

"Yes."

Cloto responded softly, then slowly closed her eyes and whispered as if in a dream.

"I saw... lightning tearing the sky apart... a white giant standing on the earth... and the world was destroyed because of it..."

With each word she uttered, the goddess of fate grew paler and paler until finally, her voice became barely audible.

As Zeus listened to Clotho's account, he couldn't help but frown. Things were in trouble, he thought.

(End of this chapter)