The Gathering of Incarnations
Inside the realm of Victor's soul, the numerous incarnations were having a discussion.
It was a strange place to call a soul.
There were no walls, no ceiling, and no true ground beneath their feet. The realm seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction, an immeasurable space that existed beyond ordinary concepts of distance and time. Countless figures could gather here without ever making the place feel crowded.
These were Victor's past incarnations.
Every one of them had once lived a life of their own. They had walked different worlds, carried different names, possessed different bodies, experienced different joys and tragedies, and reached different heights of power.
Yet beneath all those differences, they were connected by one thing.
They were Victor.
Not clones.
Not strangers.
Not merely people who happened to possess similar souls.
