More visions appeared in Kranos line of sight.
A prince who never got the chance to fight for his kingdom.
A beggar who could've become a sage if only someone had offered him mercy.
Each life a story lost to the cruel indifference of time.
Each one shown to Kranos was haunting, he slowly fell to his knees.
His heart ached. Not from guilt, but from the sheer weight of their stories. Of the mercy that was never given to them and the chances time refused to allow.
It seemed as though his emotions was being subtly affected by the trail. Then the last vision appeared in his field of vision.
Kranos stood on a mountaintop, older, powerful, ruling as an emperor. Below him, was a vast empire but the land was scorched, and lifeless.
He had gained everything but no one had survived to see it.
Such feelings is truly unpleasant.
He turned, and saw a younger version of himself, lying dead on the battlefield.
