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 appears

her smile and responded.

"Huhu… indeed."

the rain ceased and it became a rather sunny atmosphere. The sudden warmth cleared the remnant cold, though the drenched figure of The Oracle remained unchanged as

meant she had more to

is asking for a lot, but do not resent me and the Elves. Continue to

smirked as soon as he heard that. "And what's

She shrugged almost instantly.

a last

"You're going to die?"

remain 'me' once this is over. I doubt I was this way before I became The Oracle, and I also doubt I will continue to remain this way in the

was saying, and it honestly felt

the same—which

has

arbitrary definition of right and wrong… something he felt rather hesitant

confessed, following the same spirit that

"Oh, really?"

amazing Skill, was

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

such

what

know it's conceited for me to think this way, but I somehow feel responsible for this world—or rather,

didn't know the exact moment when his goal evolved from just getting stronger to a much larger ambition, but he knew that within

want this war to end. I want to protect humanity, to defeat the Dragons… and

this was all just a selfish way of saying he wanted a "Happily Ever After" for himself, but this was much larger than him