Max, however, had already turned his eyes away, his face calm and unreadable. None could guess at the thoughts that stirred within him.
During his month-long stay in the Four God Nation, he had wrestled with the question of purpose. At some point, he had lost the will to care for such matters. Why was he fighting with such desperation? For whom did he pour his strength into endless battles? What meaning did fighting for the human race hold for him? Was it worth enduring all this?
His sister had been the only one he truly cared for, yet even she, despite knowing he was in the Middle Domain, had not come to see him. That absence weighed heavier than any battlefield. It left him questioning everything. If not for her, then for what reason was he standing here? For what purpose was he walking this path? For whose sake was he fighting?
