Alexander exhaled loudly, producing steams of white essence from his nostrils and mouth. The revelations had shaken him more than he thought possible.
This was no longer a case of a corrupted essence birthing consciousness, but a situation where beings chosen to be defenders had worsened the problem.
Moreover, learning that his ascension was due to the Omnisoul being incomplete didn't surprise him so much as knowing that this was as far as he went.
Alexander knew his ascension was unorthodox, a glitch in a system that wasn't supposed to happen. The goal was to follow what the Omnisoul had proposed, not go against it.
'There has to be a way to become truly independent…' As soon as the thought occurred to him, he looked at the grinning Enforcers. 'True freedom… But going down that path isn't an option.'
"And if we refuse?" Alexander asked.
"Hahaha…! There is no room for refusal, defenders." Azarion replied. "This is us merely showing 'goodwill'."
