Ryu could remember feeling like an impossible task was before him many times in his life before. Most times, he climbed beyond it, staring arrogantly down at it as though it wasn't worth much of his time at all.
But he would be lying if he said he had never been broken by a challenge before. He had been, hadn't he? The day he heard Ailsa's voice again for the first time since he left Sacrum, that day had truly broken him.
It was truly the most pathetic day of his life.
Today, it felt like he was experiencing that again. Not in his heart, because it remained firm and unwavering. But instead, it was a simple calculation.
It was just as Iam had said. There were certain gaps that simply couldn't be crossed.
As Primus' glaive swung down, the bloody painting flagging into a stream of shades of red behind it, Ryu felt like his life was on the line from the mere presence of the attack alone.
