Power is what makes us blind to the truth.
A force capable of breaking through and enforcing a conclusion, into an undesirable outcome.
It was reckless and imprudent.
Even the smartest of man will fall upon bearing such a thing the wrong way.
It was how a man had and will fall.
However, others tend to see this as a beautiful thing.
The fallout of power and authority within another, the anarchy that supposedly freed everyone from the shackles of ranking and belief.
"You lost control. Again. You fail to exert strength."
"——."
"You've called me a parasite, but I am not the parasite here. You are the one who doesn't belong here."
"——."
"You are nothing without me. Without power, you are nothing but a weak little lord that will die like our father."
"——"
"What..."
It was in his mind. The real Grantt had submerged back inside himself to evoke the name of his imposter, however.
It wasn't him who was just speaking right now.
