Zero opened his eyes again while the warm blood dripped down from his nostril. He watched as Damian and others fought Mars.
It was a bloody fight.
'That memory was only half of the story...' Zero touched his forehead and thought about the memory he just saw. 'Some of my memories are locked behind a wall.
'It's like my own mind locked them away because of the intense trauma.
'I am truly grateful for Mars and others for taking me out of there, but I also desire the life of freedom. This is just another prison.'
Poof—a strange cloud of smoke appeared in front of his eyes, and from that, a small figure of himself appeared. It was transparent, and its expression was strangely malicious.
"My soul?" Zero frowned. "How did you appear here?"
