Rainer stood beneath the night sky, his eyes staring blankly into the darkness. The cold wind blew against his skin, but his thoughts were far more turbulent than the biting air. After two years of serving under Arkan, he was now beginning to question everything. If the destruction Arkan spoke of was real, what was he supposed to do?
Should he believe and act, or dismiss it as mere fantasy? Arkan was not one to boast, and that made it all the more difficult for Rainer to deny his words. But accepting that truth also meant accepting that this world was heading toward ruin. And worse, the people he cared about would perish along with it.