He had hit the lowest point, where he was the most miserable and weak. When he was the most defenseless.
It was unfair...he worked the hardest out of all of them. Yet he remained weak.
Why? Is the wall known as Talent that absolute?
It was, unfortunately for him.
Very few individuals, bound by their low aptitude could reach some form of enlightenment. Some point where they could break the wall f Talent.
Unfortunately, he was not one of them.
And as if taking advantage of his weakened mental state... 'it' came at the perfect time.
[Don't you hate it?]
He began to hear a voice, A voice in his head that he couldn't quite place, A voice that seemed to know his deepest desires.
It was a persuasive, manipulative voice. it instructed him to do as it said, for ultimate power.
[Why must you be the one that remains weak? When you are the one that works the hardest.]
It was a pleasant voice sometimes, A voice that spoke to him like a friend... yet Adam remained firm.
