This was the one thing Raven hadn't told anyone else—no amount of red string could sever the Book of Fate's immense influence and pull. Not even temporarily. Only during an advancement could the Book of Fate's agitation be thoroughly vented.
At that time, the entire world would be affected by this advancement. If this interference manifested in reality, it would undoubtedly be a terrifying catastrophe.
—A disaster sufficient to utterly crush Huai Shi, plunging him into complete despair, would descend upon Current Circumstances, and thus upon everyone.
It was December 6th, 2110, at 4:21 PM.
The terrible period that many would later call the Darkest Day officially began from this moment, heralded by a surge of emerging cries and screams.
In the beginning, no one noticed the catastrophe's arrival.
Everything operated as usual. For most people, this day was no different from any other.
