Chapter 106. Whispers.

The world around me warps and distorts, the training room melting away as I'm plunged into a vivid hallucination.

Suddenly, I find myself on a sprawling battlefield, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the cries of wounded soldiers.

Before me stands a Destitute, his features blurred and indistinct. But there's something familiar about him, something that tugs at the back of my mind. I don't hesitate, my training kicking in as I charge forward, my fists clenched and ready to strike.

The Destitute raises his hand, his eyes wild with fear. "Ande, it's me!" he shouts, his voice desperate.

Ande? My name echoes in my mind, but in this haze of battle, I can't place its significance.

All I know is that I've been trained to destroy the Destitutes, to eliminate them at all costs.

I tackle the Destitute to the ground, my blows raining down with a primal fury.

I feel his bones crack beneath my knuckles, his cries of pain fueling my onslaught. This is what I was made for, what