'Why do I do this?' Standing there, watching that hand slowly swing down, Aren asked himself a question, one that he had never thought of asking before.
'Everything I do, is there really a reason for it?' He wondered, he clenched the dagger and hammer in his hands, looking at the attack prepared by the patriarch.
"Yes there is," Aren said with conviction, he felt the ground shaking beneath him, he felt everything trembling like it would fall apart at any given moment.
"My reason for everything is because I want to ensure, no one tells me what the hell I'm meant to do."
That exact moment, the hand came down, slashing extremely fast and powerful. Space distorted instantly, it twisted like it wanted to turn inside out.
A massive invisible arc ripped through the air, it wasn't a normal arc, it carried laws and understanding that were foreign to Aren, it was as though it was shaping reality.
