A Change Of Fates

When her long fingers touched the orb of light, the coordinates of Norland appeared within and entered her mind. There was still plenty of divine grace left afterwards, at least enough to obtain part of the reincarnation set or a guardian.

Looking through her options, Flowsand knew that she had to increase her level. She could go a complete two levels up with the remaining divine grace, allowing her Lens of Time to pose a threat to level 18 saints from Norland. That was the most dominant type of force in Faelor, with pitifully few people at that level. Of course, that was why such powerhouses were reputed guardians of entire countries.

However, she was feeling very lonely; rationality was not her desire. No, she wanted to leave a mark on this turning point in her life.

“Grant me the blessing of luck!” Flowsand said gently, reminiscing about her past with Richard.

The blessing of luck was a special kind of gift; it would form a piece...