These questions weren't random— he was sure of it.
In the past, he might have ignored them or shrugged them off. But ever since he awakened the Omen Eye, with its power of clairvoyance, he'd learned to take things more seriously.
This was the first time he truly felt afraid—afraid of the unknown.
Without even realizing it, he began combing through the decisions he'd made in recent times. Small things. Big things. Maybe it was an instinctive defense, maybe a desperate distraction. Maybe his subconscious was trying to tell him something he wasn't yet ready to admit.
And then it struck him—
Turning down Keal's proposal.
At the time, it had felt righteous. Like drawing a line in the sand, like protecting what little autonomy he had left. He had told himself it was about freedom. That joining Keal's cause— allying with a rebel faction destined to bleed for ideals— was not his way.
But now… now it just looked stupid.
