Chapter 14: A God Descends

Above the city, a man stood on the edge of a skyscraper, gazing down upon the streams of hover cars circling towards one central location. He strained his eyes upward, taking in the sight of the golden needle that pierced through the misty night. Feros Obscurum had learned that this night was the night that he must announce his return to the world.

He felt strangely detached from the frantic events unfolding below him. It was as if ants on a stage were putting on a performance for his own entertainment. It was a tragic tale of men drowning in power and riches and the assassins who played with their lives. And yet, Feros knew that he stood outside of it all.

He recalled the words that he had read alongside Naniir thousands of years ago. 

"He who is unable to live in society, because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god." His words became lost in the wind that caused his long white hair to blow across his face.

Feros wondered which of the two he had become. He had been called a god by the woman he had loved, and he had been hailed as one when he descended into that strange temple. But now as he stared out into the city he felt unsettled. 

The world was a fragile thing. Feros wondered if he should crush it in his hands, letting the life force of thousands drip down his hands like blood.

All of a sudden, Feros was struck with the enormity of what Naniir had gifted to him. He took a step forward and fell from the building, knowing his power would save him. Would he destroy the world or save it? Was he a beast or a god? He closed his eyes and smiled, savoring the rush of the fall as he plunged like a falling star.

He would decide that tonight.