Chapter One Hundred Eleven
The future is fragile, one must not tamper in it.
Third Person’s Point of View
Rush felt a rush from inside of her.
As she was in the middle of drinking her fifth cup for the night, her heart grew unsettled. It was to the point where she had put the very thing that was keeping her awake to give a second to think about what is causing such emotion from inside of her. There were always days where she felt like something is coming before her.
Future does not really come to her as she liked, especially when she is only in the stage where she is learning most from it. For now, she was having a hard time to understand her situation.
What future wanted to show themselves to her?
Looming over the forest that surrounded the palace, she felt like it had gone
