The world and time abruptly ceased to move for Asura, leaving him in a frustrating stillness.
He felt frustration and helplessness; life and his rebirth never happened. Chained to the wall, unable to break them, his body breaking from the mere pressure of this soul's aura.
'I never gave much thought to anything, including the future and the nature of the shards, not to mention the fact that someone could manipulate them at will. In my past lives, why did I never consider that maybe this situation wasn't some convenient power-up and instead lingering in the shadows of wolves waiting to devour me? Who had no clue?'
Asura felt frustrated. The frozen face of the old phoenix who held out his hand made his stomach churn.
This person was also one of his past selves. Yet, with a conniving trick, he somehow survived while a slither of his soul entered the cycle of rebirth.
