The moment his fingers brushed the Key, the entire Hall shuddered. A low hum filled the air. And for the first time in his life, Caelus felt something foreign: uncertainty . His heart raced. His mind spun with possibilities—a million futures blooming and dying in a single second. He saw himself becoming mayor, or a beggar, or a ghost. He saw the city burning, or thriving, or simply vanishing into the sea.
While empowering, “future decided” can imply:
