Interlude Hidden Route: Toward the Asura Ending
Deception.
I wandered along the road.
Fate.
I could not hear the cries of others.
Manipulation.
Wandering without purpose, yet with a clear direction.
You've had enough, haven't you?
There would always be those above you, always beings who stood over you, always people directly or indirectly controlling everything about you.
You had no secrets, no identity, no value. Everything you did was meaningless.
Your experiences had all been written in advance, your growth had all been destined, your suffering neither too much nor too little, your fortune precisely enough.
You climbed the path and followed Heaven's will. That had been arranged.
You defied convention, usurped power, and seized the throne. Everyone knew it.
All love, and all being loved, was left to the dominion of others.
My dear child, had you ever considered that as I told you this, in a distant world, some fussy, impoverished scholar was feverishly writing away, controlling your fate?
Everyone had deceived you.
So had I.
In truth, I had always known all of this.
But if I had not allowed them to control and toy with you, how could you have wholeheartedly embarked upon this misguided path?
You had no choice.
That was how this world was.
In the end, everything was the world's fault.
Look at those who came before you.
Lai Anding, Siveston, Azarophi, Doomfist, Specter, Morphedria!
Which of them had not once been a hero? Which had not stepped forward as a pioneer who dared to lead the way? Which had not fallen into decay, becoming worthless trash too incompetent to do anything but die? No matter how many times you overthrew and remade it, the world was already like this.
Tell me, what should you do? Sacrifice yourself to save this world