I watched Rob walk down the street. His back hunched slightly but his presence was still sharp.
Soon, he faded into the distance.
But his words remained in my mind, lingering like a stain I couldn't quite scrub out.
Doesn't matter what kind of man he was. You had no right to play god. — that was what he said to me.
I scoffed under my breath.
And what did he know?
If anyone in this world had the right to play god, it was me.
Who else knew of the grim future that awaited this world?
Who else had the power to defy the will of the heavens and carve a new path in stone?
Who else held humanity's destiny in their grasp?
Not him. Not anyone.
Every single person in this world dangled from the strings tied to my fingers, all blissfully unaware of their own powerlessness as they moved to serve my whims.
They were all puppets. And their lives depended on my decisions.
