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 you knew something

smile

"Huhu… indeed."

The sudden warmth cleared the remnant cold, though the

which meant she had more to tell

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

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

She shrugged almost instantly.

last favor… a dying

"You're going to die?"

I will remain 'me' once this is over. I doubt I was this way before

was saying, and it honestly

her own life, she wants to 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,

she has

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

following the same spirit that prompted The Oracle to speak

"Oh, really?"

know that isn't the case, it almost 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…

was mostly luck. Maybe he just happened to be the one to win the lottery, hence becoming

such power

was what he

but I somehow feel responsible for this

getting stronger to a much larger ambition, but he knew

to end. I want to protect humanity, to defeat the Dragons… and to create a peaceful world

a "Happily Ever After" for himself, but this