Sophia, after another attempt within her aspect chambers, faced off against the hundreds of thousands of corrupted, radioactive humans and failed again for the umpteenth time. There was some progress, but it was extremely minuscule.
Even that small amount of cumulative progress eventually came to a grinding halt. No matter how much backlash she suffered after every attempt. No matter how it hurt her soul, even though she had to endure the pain on a scale similar to disobeying the minor commands coming from the soul brand.
She didn't care and persevered. With such a wide gap in her memories, which caused her to feel an existential crisis for every breath she lived on, it was the only thing she could do. To grow stronger. Only then could she have the possibility of escaping the clutches of the king. That was her only hope: to become strong enough to force answers from the ruler of Suncrest.
