Asura leaned back against the soft backrest of his sofa with a deep breath after he turned off the call to Amalia, whom he missed dearly. His feelings seemed to have changed significantly since he came to this world.
'Why am I the sole prisoner of fate? Why do I persist on a path that has only led to my downfall?' he thought before Asura began whispering to himself, his voice tinged with self-doubt. "If fate controls my actions, then what worth do my efforts possess?"
His chest had become increasingly stifled over the last few days or maybe weeks. Asura could not figure out the reason behind this feeling of unease. He thought back to the tower and everything that happened since and began feeling it related to his soul, the shards and them subtly forcing him to do things or act a certain way.
'I don't wish to do this anymore. What worth is a minor power-up if I lose my freedom?'
