Evil is a matter of perspective.
It only seems ugly when it's projected onto someone else. Embrace it, and it reveals itself gently—like petals in shadow under moonlight, like that first deep breath after years of holding it in.
There's no monster here—just you, finally speaking the truth.
ROARRRRR!!!!!
The sound echoed through the realm, a mere projection of memories—deep and guttural, rattling the very fabric of the vision until its edges wavered and rippled like water disturbed by a stone. Ash turned, finding himself face to face with the Third Cycle.
Watching it in memories was one thing, like viewing a film he could only learn from afterward. But standing before it in the flesh was an entirely different beast.
Quite literally…
Despite the dread churning inside him, Ash swallowed it down and smirked.
