Akiol stared endlessly into the depth of Origin's Time.
He had lost track of the time. Not that it mattered in here anyway.
His entire life, he had been following a path laid out for him. Witnessing losses from battles and wars that didn't need to happen, having personal struggles meant to drive him forward.
A puppet in an orchestrated play.
Even now, with half truths and lies Akiol was pushed forward to complete yet another mission. Destroying the last of Aura, and stopping Horizon's Origin.
Fulfilling this mission would need him to eliminate several realities worth of Aura users. Those who trapped themselves within here to hopefully weather out the storm of the war the Gods waged against them. Who was he to determine their future?
He couldn't even make his own decisions.
"At what point were my decisions my own?", Akiol slowly fell onto his back.
"Fate. . ."
