"...You are a piece that does not belong here—you never will."
It felt as if one lived their entire life, and in the end, they were told it was all a lie, and they were dreaming all the while. What did it mean that he didn't belong there? He had lived, fought, struggled, and lost so much in pursuit of a goal he never asked for.
Sylvester looked up at the gigantic form of Solis. How powerful was this creature, he wondered. "If you know that, you must also know who brought me here. It has to be someone powerful enough to ignore the boundaries of fate, reality, life, death, destiny, and the senses of those Primordial Gods—for even they sit in confusion and fright."
Solis didn't move an inch and replied as if his words were absolute. "I am yet to realize the answer to that. But it is true that you are an anomaly that isn't supposed to exist—your life outshines those destined to be the face of change."
