Step forward, and debilitating pain wracked his soul once more. It was all he knew. His name, purpose, and even what he was had all been buried by his existence.
He had lost the capacity to ask why, yet he remained aware he had to move forward. Once the pain faded, he moved forward again.
It was only when nearly 4100 flames were merging with him that he realized he was losing himself. He was losing even the desire to exist.
He was neither bleeding nor damaged in any physical way, but death was looming over him.
It was at that thought that a pair of white eyes framed in a dark shape bloomed in his mind. Anger returned and with it he took another step into blinding pain!
The anger became a seed and the memory a beginning to his questions. Why was he angry? Why did he endure horrific pain without end?
What was it all for?!
