An Extra’s POV

"This world… H'Trae… is meant to be inherited by the Elves."

Rey already knew that the world had a certain bias towards the Elves. Despite their non-violent culture, they were still incredibly powerful. They also had such hubris that was backed up by the world's preference towards them.

He was constantly told to help them, and it was only when he was on their side that his Alignment became a 'Good' Variant.

'Does that mean Good and Evil are decided by one's tendency to aid the Elves and not Harm them? Are things really that simple here?' He didn't know anymore.

From what The Oracle just told him, everything else was pointless.

"Everyone else will perish?" He asked, just for confirmation, and he watched as The Oracle affirmed his words.

"Everyone else will perish."

Rey was supposed to believe her. After all, she had been correct about the 'path' that opened up which allowed him to save Ciela. She was also correct about plenty of other things, and she even seemed sincere and impersonal about the whole thing.

He knew she certainly wasn't lying.

But, even then…

"I can't believe it. I don't think the future is as set in stone as you believe it to be." Rey mumbled to himself.

"Are you saying I saw wrong?"

"No." He stared hard at her as he gave the only response he could. "It's simply that I intend to change that future you saw."

power of decisions. If a person knew the future and

future…

knew he would die in a car accident, then he could simply stay at home all day and call sick at work. By doing so, he would have changed that future… though it was possible that a car crashed into his home and killed

the same future

and his death happened in a

I take the proper actions… I'm sure I will be able to change

probably still going to die, but if he could preserve the majority—saving as many as he possibly could—that would be more than enough as an

him. It would

game will let you alter that future

doesn't know the final outcome. They do not know if they will win or lose. But this… this one is different. It's less like a game and more like a story. The ones above

"...."

will stay

hand on his chest and responded with

for them. Cowards who arbitrarily set up the worst possible outcome for a story and leave us to

he scared of those high up? The ones who had even

weren't they functionally nonexistent in

was set up the world—dooming most

of note. And even if they do… I'll think of something once

many people survive. And if the ones above had a problem with it and finally descended from their high place, then

was his current

this was all blind stubbornness—the kind expected from an immature teenager who had very

his words, refusing