"Why are you still fighting it? I thought we already agreed that you were weak."
The laughter continued to echo in Sylas' ears, but rather than feeling worse…
It actually made him feel better.
Sylas realized that the pain was coming from fighting against the reality. But it was easier said than done to just stop.
On the one side, there was his idealized version of himself… the strong, capable man he wanted to be, or rather, thought he was.
And on the other, there was a mirror being held to his face, one that reminded him of his failures, his inadequacies.
Sylas struggled to lift his head, unable to make a decision as he gazed out into the world of lava.
