And so, the fated day came. All those warriors preparing for the final battle knew that it didn't matter how much they tried to avoid destiny, it would always come knocking on their door, showing that it was time to go, time to go to war.
Nobody there choose that destiny, nobody wanted to lose their lives, and nobody was willing to carry the future of the entire world on their backs. However, it was a must. There were no excuses to back away now. There was no way to give up. They were hooked by the chains of responsibility and discipline.
Their weapons seemed to weigh differently on that day. They seemed heavier, somehow. Not only heavy but also more dangerous.
Those soldiers needed to grit their teeth to keep walking forward, raise their heads not to get caught by insecurity, and breathe in deeply to get rid of that toxic feeling of fear that was trying to dominate them.
