A black scroll unfolded in the air from nowhere. It seemed to appear every time Grip and I were close. Conor Murray, George Smith, and Beatrice Rendon’s names were engraved on a piece of black paper. “Why is it written in red?” I poked the scroll but my finger just got through it. “The heavens is making you choose.” He swayed his hand and the scroll disappeared. “Who will you save, Serra?” He faced me wearing his stern face. I lifted my chin and firmly replied, “all of them.” “It’s decided, Serra. You’ll only get to save one.” He turned his back at me. “I need to go reap someone.” His scythe showed up on his hand. “Not everyone deserves to be saved, Serra,” he added for the nth time before disappearing in my sight. Do I really need to weigh them? Their intensions, actions, and the circumstances? “Gugu, what do you think?” I glanced at her then onward of the corridor. “Follow your sealer’s eyes, ears, and heart,” she advised and floated ahead of me. I sighed. I don’t know how h
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