The Dreammaker's Reality

"Lord, we believe in you. We will sacrifice ourselves for the future."

"Aurelius, my friend, let us old men pave the way for you."

"Aurelius, thanks for believing in me when no one else did. Let me create a path for you."

"Emperor, don't worry. We will shed our blood for the future."

"Lord..." "Emperor..." "Aurelius..."

These voices echoed in his head as he gazed at the lifeless bodies strewn across the battlefield. The earth was soaked with blood, and the sky was dark, punctuated by the sound of relentless lightning.

Aurelius looked on with bloodshot eyes, a scream building in his throat. He wanted to shout, to ask, "Why?"

"Why is life so unfair?"

"Is it really that difficult to achieve peace?"

"What if I had changed the past? What if I hadn't let go of friends because of some prophecy?"

"What if I had saved everyone?"

As these wild thoughts raced through his mind, Aurelius's red eyes grew even more determined.

"I will change the past."

"I will rewrite destiny."

"I will break this timeline and forge a new one."

"I will change my past. Not even the Grand Dao can stop me."

but will he?