Chapter VIII
"Fate will come…" the Leader murmured whilst his arm shaking violently in a state of neurosis and encroachment of his ideological principles, "Fate will come…" His entire world, a perfect dream, was awakening much akin to the Sky that had woken a decade prior during his inauguration and confrontation with the Blue Light. The Leader knew the final hours were at hand but could sense a much larger conspiracy afoot, "I sense that I've been waking for some time now to relive a history that knows not an end… I'm been wronged not by who nor what but WHEN. The Sky is a Awake…"