They are right. I was a mistake. But not anymore. I will be the mistake that devours them all.
The conflict in his soul was brutal, though brief. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor of his old self, the boy who had once believed in fairness and hard work, tried to assert itself. It was quickly, brutally, crushed by the overwhelming wave of hatred and the intoxicating promise of power. The choice felt less like a decision and more like an inevitability. His humanity had already been stripped away, piece by painful piece, by the Sky Cloud Sect. What was left was merely a vessel for revenge.
The whisper intensified, resonating directly in his mind, bypasssing his ears entirely, a voice of immense, ancient power. Do you accept this path, child of hatred? Do you bind your essence to the Heav
