Esil's words reached Amare.
And yet, Amare didn't so much as move.
Her eyes were dark.
Devoid of hope.
Devoid of salvation.
She had been buried in darkness for centuries.
Esil continued solemnly. "I… accepted their offer and underwent the soul transference ritual and began spreading Martial Art across the entire continent. Simultaneously, I began working my way to the Enlightenment of Self with the extra time that I got with new lives and new bodies. But…"
Her eyes grew bitter, "…I never achieved it. No matter how hard I tried. No matter how close I got. I was simply never able to achieve Enlightenment of Self. Centuries went by as I meditated. Pushed myself to the brink of death. Explored who I was with every free moment I had. And yet…"
She shook her head.
"It was impossible."
Amare's darkened eyes stirred at the Progenitor's voice.
