The Overseer pushed a ball of False Death towards the World Wall. It had been almost 60,000 years since she had comprehended the Law of Minor Death, and now, she felt like she could finally make a second attempt.
As the ball of False Death approached the World Wall, the Overseer became increasingly nervous. She felt like she was about to commit a horrible mistake.
She gritted her teeth and pulled the ball back.
She had put in so much work and effort, and she still didn't feel comfortable with attempting to break the World Wall.
Would she ever feel comfortable?
Would this ever change?
Or did she need to take a risk?
'It's the right choice. I only have one shot, and if I mess it up, it's all over. My entire life would have been for nothing.'
'I can't commit to something I'm not certain about. Too much is at stake.'
The Overseer changed the composition of the ball and moved it towards the World Wall once again.
