While the outside had vanished from his view, Ash found himself in a familiar space.
The void expanse that stretched in every direction.
It was featureless and infinite.
Being here usually meant one thing—more memories. Yet as he looked around, there were no other incarnations present.
"Oh brother… what's going on now?" he muttered with a sigh, irritation already simmering. The job outside had still been done the way he intended, but—
His poem was definitely not what he wanted to say.
"Why the hell didn't those bastards mention they could embody me?!" It was obvious that emotionless tone and aura hadn't been him at all.
As he stood there, the void rippled—like water disturbed by a stone.
Then the memories began.
As always, he watched his incarnations as if they were films. Only on rare occasions was he pulled into one. But this time was different. It wasn't one life unfolding before him… but thousands.
