Fate 2

The black clocktower in the distance looked like a gigantic upright pencil, with only a faint light flickering on the tip.

The orange-yellowish light of a plane slowly gliding through the night sky could be seen.

Through the open window, a gentle breeze blew, bringing a cooling sensation, along with the fresh scent of grass. There was also a hint of perfume from somewhere in the distance.

The chirping of the crickets plagued the night, along with the occasional calls of birds. A faint semblance of singing could also be heard from afar, gentle and harmonious. It was almost like a chant of some sorts, and it was all the voices of children.

Garen now felt more clear-headed than ever.

Thinking back to the dream he had just now, his mind was completely hazy.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this type of fear. Was it 10 years? 20 years? Or even 50 or 60 years?