His younger self spoke again.
"If you have no purpose, then you have no right to keep fighting."
Aiden gritted his teeth.
The golden plains darkened.
Shadows from his past emerged from the grass.
Ivan. The enemy who always escaped.
The Abyssal Ruler. The one who tried to chain him.
The Heaven Inspector. The one who tried to erase him.
All of them stood before him, waiting.
"If you have no answer, then your story ends here."
Aiden exhaled.
And then, for the first time in a long whileβhe stopped.
He stopped thinking about battles, about strength, about survival.
And he asked himself the one thing he had never dared to before.
Why do I fight?
The answerβ¦
Was right there.
And when Aiden spoke, the entire world shook.
βππππππβ
The golden plains shuddered, the air itself holding its breath as Aiden finally spoke.
