As Luna's voice boomed with rage, Adam's eyes bulged in shock despite the noise of reality collapsing like glass around him.
He had learned so many things during this memory recollection. Much more than what he had hoped for. Yet, like a hammer striking a vase, each revelation shattered a part of his beliefs. Despite the glistening shard crashing around him, he remained silent, too engrossed in his thoughts to notice them.
'Prometheus was... a hero?'
This ludicrous idea rumbled like a thunder strike in his mind more than anything else. Even if he refused to admit it, he had objectively been one. Between the preservation of humanity, the creation of the system, his scam-like plan to reincarnate earthlings, and their access to the dream place, he had to admit it. Prometheus was brilliant and much crazier than him.
