The knight's words were as unwavering as the sun in the midday sky. "The king's decree is absolute. Everyone who can hold a weapon is needed."
At this point, Aldrin felt a stirring in his mind.
[Now, figure out what you want to do and take charge of your own destiny.]
[You must provide Aria with a satisfying conclusion of your own story.]
Those words appeared in the corner of his eyes as if they were a part of his vision itself, guiding him through the fog of this new reality. This wasn't a challenge of battling monsters or navigating mazes; it was a test of his ability to understand and shape fate itself.
He had a feeling that this was a turning point for the Aldrin of this reality's story. He looked at the worried faces of his mother and father. Though he felt the same stirring of familial love and care, something felt amiss. This wasn't his life. This wasn't his past. But it was a story he had to live through to understand Aria's riddle.
