Chapter 14: Was it a warning?

Lucus sat in the corner of the quaint cafe, his mind consumed with the weight of the task ahead. The information he had gathered was a double-edged sword, pushing him towards action yet taunting him with the urgency of time slipping through his fingers. Every passing minute was a reminder that the fate of his loved ones hung precariously in the balance.

The mission was clear - he had to eliminate the guardian angel to obtain the crucial memory fragment. This fragment held the key to unlocking a glimpse into the future, revealing the impending tragedy that awaited his girlfriend, Carla, as well as the mysterious illness that threatened to claim his father's life. With determination etched on his face, Lucus knew that he had to act swiftly to alter the course of destiny.

As he pondered the gravity of his task, an unsettling realization washed over him. How could a mere mortal like himself combat an ancient, powerful being like the guardian angel? The creature possessed physical strength beyond comprehension, wielded formidable magical powers, and boasted unrivaled experience in warfare. Lucus was a mere human, flesh and blood, standing on the precipice of a battle that seemed insurmountable.

Suddenly, a searing pain jolted through his head, a sensation he had felt before but never with such intensity. It was as if his skull had been pried open, exposing his brain to a corrosive acid that burned through his mind. Images flashed before his eyes, a montage of chaos and violence, a premonition of a future yet to unfold. The scene was cryptic, shrouded in mystery, leaving Lucus bewildered, struggling to decipher its cryptic message.

In the vision, blood painted the surroundings in macabre hues, white wings lay severed, and the entrails of a human sprawled on the street like grotesque art. A spear, emitting a radiant golden light, was gripped tightly in Lucus's hand, his expression conflicted with determination and mercy. Kneeling before him was the guardian angel, a being of ethereal grace brought to its knees by inexplicable circumstances. Lucus stood at the precipice of a pivotal moment, teetering between the realms of life and death, his destiny hanging by a thread.

As the vision unraveled before him, Lucus struggled to comprehend its significance. Was it a warning? A foretelling of events yet to transpire? The enigma of the scene gnawed at his consciousness, a riddle that demanded unraveling.

Fragments of memories intertwined with shards of the future, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. Lucus felt a surge of power and vulnerability surge within him, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions threatening to engulf his sanity. And then, as swiftly as it had come, the vision dissipated, leaving him reeling, gasping for breath, on the verge of unconsciousness.

In that fleeting moment of clarity, Lucus understood the gravity of his mission. The path ahead was fraught with peril, a labyrinth of uncertainties and sacrifices. But for the sake of those he held dear, he was willing to plunge into the abyss, to confront the guardian angel and seize the memory fragment that held the key to altering the course of destiny.

With resolve etched in his heart, Lucus closed his eyes, a silent vow whispered to the winds of fate. The clock continued its relentless march, the sands of time slipping away with each heartbeat. And with a final breath, he steeled himself for the battle that awaited, knowing that the next chapter in his story would be etched in blood and sacrifice.

End of Chapter