THIRD FORM: Art of Crippling Regret
"Absorb…" Dark Ash whispered, his voice hollow but filled with intent.
Although the third form was primarily designed as a defensive technique, Dark Ash had hidden a contingency within it.
He had planned long ago that even if he were to die, he would not let Ash escape unscathed.
He wanted Ash to experience what he had endured—to carry the weight of his suffering, to drown in the pain he could never release.
Using the essence of his Divine Art, he absorbed all the emotions—every false feeling, every fabricated sorrow—that had once plagued him.
Though they were not truly his own, they had become real through experience… and now, they would become Ash's truth.
He also absorbed every single memory in him. Each moment of loneliness, of failure, of despair, of anger.
Then, with a voice that echoed like the last breath of a dying star—
"Transmit."
Just as the words faded, Dark Ash's soul completely collapsed, leaving no trace or echo behind.
