An Extra’s POV

There is no such thing as a real 'Choice.'

For everything one does has been somewhat predetermined by biological inclinations and societal orientation. People are predisposed to acting in certain ways due to their upbringing, as well as innate traits inherited through the gene.

These factors make the 'Free Will' they possess as mere illusions.

One does not 'choose' to eat. They are either hungry, satisfying a craving, or following a directive stemming from certain external conditions that is further amplified by an internal response.

…. This is the position of certain philosophies.

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"I am not the one who started all of this." The Oracle began as she looked at Rey with an emotionless face.

Yet, her eyes… something about it felt tragic.

"I am neither the owner of the game, nor the one who designed the board. I am nothing more than a player forced to sit on one end of the board and play with the pieces that I am bestowed upon."

"Bestowed upon by who?"

"I do not know, but… you have met one of them, have you not? The messenger of the ones above." As The Oracle said this, Rey remembered the accident that brought himself and all his classmates before the pearly gates.

Back then, they were greeted by a rather magnificent entity.

"Seraph?"

their name…" The Oracle smiled softly. "It

her smile and

"Huhu… indeed."

ceased and it became a rather sunny atmosphere. The sudden warmth cleared the remnant cold, though the

she

resent me and the Elves. Continue to look after them, even after

he heard that.

She shrugged almost instantly.

a last favor… a dying wish of

"You're going to die?"

as with my predecessors, my consciousness and knowledge will be merged with the new Vessel and become the new Oracle. However, I am not certain if I will remain 'me' once this is over. I doubt I was this way before I became The Oracle, and

she was saying,

benefit the larger whole.' The prime reason she couldn't make more egregious moves was because the enemy would do the same—which was why agency was left to the pieces on the board. In a sense, she was a victim of this entire scenario, and while Rey found it very hard to fully absolve her of all the negative emotions he had towards her…

has

grievances he had were merely emotional; subject to his arbitrary definition of right and wrong… something he felt rather hesitant

Rey confessed, following the same spirit that prompted The

"Oh, really?"

feels like this entire world was made just for me. I got an amazing Skill, was able to experience a lot of amazing things… and even though I've been in a lot of messed up situations… I'm

perhaps all of this was mostly luck. Maybe he just happened to be the one to win

having such power fall on

what he

I somehow feel responsible for this world—or rather, the

from just getting stronger to a much larger ambition,

I want to protect humanity, to defeat the Dragons… and to

"Happily Ever After" for