"But this wasn't our choice. I never wanted to be born, and those people never wanted to compromise with this world!"
Scarlet blood flowed backward into his eye sockets, blurring everything before him.
The young [Monarch] struggled to stand, bracing his hands against his knees and straightening his back little by little.
One eye could no longer see clearly, but the other could still make out that figure floating high above him.
"I've asked myself countless times why my name was Monarch. I've asked those unanswering backs countless times, too, why they brought about my birth."
His one clear eye stared upward as he left one bloody footprint after another, each step agonizingly heavy.
"They said, I just want to keep the people who believe in me from being disappointed, find somewhere we can survive, and keep farming so we have enough to eat.
They said, I'm tall, so I have to shoulder the sky when it falls. Someone has to step forward, so let it be me.
They said... if heaven won't let people live, then they have to question heaven. If the world won't let people live, then they have to fight it.
Who was it that wouldn't let them live? Who was it... that wouldn't let the living beings behind us live!"
Each question rang like thunder.
The final question carried overlapping echoes, and one figure after another overlapped upon his straightened back.
The figures that had once stood with their backs to [Monarch] had now turned around. Their overlapping gazes burned hotter than flames, blazing Origin Power danced wildly, and the bloody footprints became a coronation road trodden by tens of thousands.
Those souls who would rather die than yield reappeared upon [Monarch] at that moment, voicing harsh questions with murderous intent steeped in utter hatred.