Kieran took Scar's reasonable advice to heart, mulling over those words while staring at Adeia's statue. If he were to break the rules, he would need undeniable power to support his actions, for the consequences would be grave — likely the ire of the Watcher in the Sky.
…If it got to that point.
Currently, Kieran couldn't picture it getting that out of hand. Then again, he was no prophet. Ah, but he was a Harbinger, destined to be the tide that swept through the sea of fate, unsteadying everything in his wake.
"How did all this shit come to rest on my shoulders?"
Kieran scratched his head. He was disgruntled, but he didn't exactly hate his situation. It was better than dying and not existing anymore. But in this life…
'I don't know, it all feels so damned strange and surreal. Why didn't my life feel anything like this before?'
The thought drilled at his mind, irritating him to no foreseeable end, which made Kieran chuckle.
