"So you wish to grow stronger…..
Than you might finally be ready.
Ready to accept the burden.
The burden of your own power."
"Who... Who are you?"
"Who I am doesn't matter to you… What matters is if you want to go down the harsh path which will eventually make you much stronger. So do you accepts this burden put upon you?"
Did I really have any other choice right now?
Wasn't the choice given to me a pure illusion?
Didn't this choice seem like the only way out of this predicament?
I felt like I could only answer in a single way anyhow…
"Yes, I am ready."
And then the voice became silent again.
Seconds passed.
Minutes passed.
Hours passed.
A long time passed until…
Until time had long became a weird concept to me, I still remained in this empty room, drifting around in seemingly nothingness. All on my own, alone to myself…
