Chapter 130: Soul Transformation (1)
Dark Ash looked down at his hands which were trembling slightly as his voice cracked.
"Was it my fault? Was it really my fault that I died? Was it my fault I was trapped in that cursed place? What did I even do wrong to deserve all that pain...?"
His voice rose as he trembled.
"WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!"
He screamed the words, his voice echoing across the Soul Space, directed at the masked man.
And to that, the man replied in a soft, calm tone, "Wrong? No. You never did anything wrong. In fact, I too believed it was unfair for you to be imprisoned there."
Dark Ash opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the man continued speaking without pause.
"But life... life is fair to no one. It only seems unfair. And that unfairness, in its own twisted way, makes it even more fair. You see, all of you are just pieces... moving on the whi-- - m-- -wh—whether you live or die doesn't—no—no—no - - - - "
His voice began to distort, fading and breaking like a transmission struggling to reach through static.
Dark Ash suddenly burst into laughter once more, louder and more deranged than before, as if something about those broken, incomplete words had struck a chord deep within his twisted soul.
"Hehehe... hhahaha... he... he... ekekke... ekee... keke... ke... ke... eke... e..."
It was the laugh of someone who had already lost their sanity long ago and had only just realized it now, as if the weight of everything finally made sense in the most broken way possible.