Ray was dead.
In the middle of the river, faced with a wall expanding as far as the eye could see, Ray breathed heavily.
When he traveled through time, he had the same feeling as the feeling that he got from the river; everything he did, he couldn't step back from.
"If this is the river of time, my only way is forward, but that wall can only mean one thing: my death."
Ray stayed calm even with the dire situation; his distance from the wall was still around twenty meters. Who knew how much time that distance meant in real life?
"It's equal to three months; in 81 days you will die." The sound came from the wall itself; it seemed more ancient than anything that Ray had ever encountered.
He sensed the danger in the voice. Ray never believed in a preplanned future, but something was different; in two months when the impact starts, he should be in the heart of danger.
"I don't believe in fate." Ray said after a second thought.
