To live your entire life following a fate written for you by someone else...
I was familiar with the idea .. and I hated it more than anything.
"Is this destiny something the Lord of Light set for you?"
"That's right."
Uriel nodded. In that moment, I began to realize I wasn't the only one whose fate was manipulated by the beings above.
In truth, it wasn't just Uriel. Even Snow... and most of the church, who followed the Lord of Light.
The Ultras who followed the whims of demons.
The Engineer, who played with me—and so many others.
When I thought about it like that, we were no different from chess pieces on a massive board, moved however those players above wanted.
Thinking about it that way... I couldn't help but feel suffocated.
This life was like a glass cage, trapping us all inside.
And Uriel was one of its prisoners.
"I can see you hate it..."
"Of course I do. That so-called destiny you follow blindly may very well lead you to your grave."
