The knight looked down, jaw clenched.
Apophis let out a laugh, rich with mockery.
"Oh, Ben. What have you done? Why would you remind the poor knight he's nothing more than a tool?"
The knight said nothing. But it wasn't silence by choice. Something inside him was clashing.
The moment Ben's words sank in, that he was just another soul, bound by the system, a question took root in his mind.
A question he couldn't ignore, and that question became a storm.
[Warning!!! Protocol 684 Initiated]
Ben squinted. The system interface glitched violently in front of his eyes.
Golden static cut across his vision. And then, The knight dropped to one knee, clutching his head. His roar echoed across the battlefield, his body writhing in pain as light and logic tore at him from the inside.
But Ben didn't have the luxury of worry.
Because within his own soul, the system was beginning to fight back.
