Why me?
Was there something special about me that made me the perfect candidate?
Or was it all just some twisted coincidence—one random pull from an infinite lottery of souls?
The questions piled up, louder and heavier in my mind. Each one with no answer in sight.
It was maddening.
I let out a long, tired sigh and dragged both hands through my hair, gripping my scalp like I could squeeze some clarity out of my skull.
All of this, everything I'd just gone through, was absolutely mindboggling.
And the complete lack of information? The silence from whatever power had dropped me into this mess? It pissed me off more than I cared to admit.
What was I supposed to do now?
How the hell was I supposed to react to any of this?
Should I keep building my clan, keep pushing forward, rising in strength and influence, knowing full well it could all be torn down in an instant because some divine being decides it's no longer convenient?
