Fate is one damn ugly bastard.
It's also a tricky one too.
It fools the unsuspecting and lulls them into false illusions, be they good or terrible.
But often times, the future can be rather unexpected.
It is impossible to predict, and it is always changing.
But most importantly...
It is inevitable.
The sound of the explosion followed by an enormous ball of flames caught Nero's attention fully, forcing him to turn around.
Suddenly, a great feeling of fear filled him, pressing within his chest against his heart.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt.
No. He had felt it before.
But he couldn't quite remember what it was.
"What in the seven Hells was that?!" Obed cursed as he shot up from the fallen log he was seated on.
Nero rose to his feet as well,
"We should see what it's all about."
Although his senses were tingling, Nero found something driving his steps forward, his feet making contact with the moist grass as he took step after step forward.
