The whole of Existence? Nothing but a speck to him?
In that moment, Damian realized how insignificant his strength truly was in the grand scheme of things. His power, one he once believed unmatched within his age group, now felt barely better than an ant's. No, perhaps there was an ant out there, somewhere in the vast expanse of Existence, far stronger than him.
"Ridiculous! Even an ant is stronger than me now?" he muttered with a chuckle.
Standing up gently, Damian shook his head and chuckled. The road to claiming the crown of the strongest was still long and full of uncertainties. And yet, a question lingered in his mind, gnawing at his thoughts.
'Why am I obsessed with becoming the strongest?'
The weak strive to be strong, and the strong strive to become even stronger. But why? What fueled this endless chase for power? The answer came to him almost immediately.
