Chapter 386 The Collapse of Singular Will The Final Decision of the False Joanna
The white world without shadows starts to crack slowly, as if the fine fissures are the last breath of a maintained silence, creating a gentle depiction of the transition between existence and emptiness. The Absolute Spiral, which once spun gently, is now disturbed, emitting creaks and complaints that resonate deeply within the soul, signaling a void steeped in profound uncertainty.
Behind every crack, a thousand muffled voices groan, telling the tragic tale of two souls trapped in a single, divided body.
Artificial Joanna kneels, embodying deep vulnerability in a moment filled with sorrow and tension.
Her hands tremble, powerless to sustain the fading bright weapon, which slowly transforms into sparkling grains of light, as if disappearing in the gentle breeze.
The darkness lurking behind this light raises doubts that tear at the heart: "Am I embracing this life, or am I burdened with an endless shadow of mistakes that seem to choke my path toward freedom?"
"If I... am not perfect...
then what is the meaning of my existence?"
Joanna approached, her gaze soft yet resolute, reflecting the invaluable wisdom of the past. Instead of unsheathing a thread—a symbol of an actual battle—she sat before her false self, offering wisdom in silence, creating space for reflection and enlightenment.
"Your face reflects the anger and longing that are at odds with each other," she said, tracing the depths of every hope and fear etched within the soul of Joanna the Artificial.
"I too once asked the same question long ago."
"After Jeanne was burned... after I awakened the Black Sun... after I shattered laws and gods... I wondered: what purpose do I serve by still being here?"