'Well, my ability will increase our power to that of the strongest person amongst us. But if that power happens to prove too much for any one of us, then that person will be completely enslaved by it…'
Anthony sat at the back of his mind, watching in horror as his body acted entirely on its own, like a puppet on strings, heartlessly taking down enemies left and right…
'No… He took over… Am I really that weak?' he sobbed…
The swordsman watched as Theo and Tristan dominated the battle, fighting alongside the husk of his former self as though he were a… 'tool.'
The feeling of helplessness now was just as suffocating as it had been during the Sorting Test.
Without his friends fighting alongside him, he would probably already be dead. The truth was simply too clear to him now.
'Ashes! Why would they need my help?' he cursed as his mood plummeted.
