The Inner Devil

Zero opened his eyes again while the warm blood dripped down from his nostril. He watched as Damian and others fought Mars.

It was a bloody fight.

'That memory was only half of the story...' Zero touched his forehead and thought about the memory he just saw. 'Some of my memories are locked behind a wall.

'It's like my own mind locked them away because of the intense trauma.

'I am truly grateful for Mars and others for taking me out of there, but I also desire the life of freedom. This is just another prison.'

Poof—a strange cloud of smoke appeared in front of his eyes, and from that, a small figure of himself appeared. It was transparent, and its expression was strangely malicious.

"My soul?" Zero frowned. "How did you appear here?"