The [Judge Monarch] had lost two of its four arms in the fight against Sam, leaving only two left to wield judgment.
"You know," the monarch said as it stepped forward, its voice calm and detached, "the more you struggle, the more meaningless this all becomes."
Sam said nothing.
"Judgment will be given to you regardless," the monarch continued, its tone almost taunting. "Even you must feel it deep inside by now, that instinct telling you this is pointless, right?"
Sam stayed silent, his stance unmoving.
Yet, in the back of his mind, he knew the monarch wasn't entirely wrong.
Beyond all the sensations of battle, there was always that underlying feeling.
That small whisper inside him that asked whether any of this even mattered.
[You wonder if all of this isn't meaningless.]
That message had never appeared, but he could feel it.
Even after defeating the [Forsaken Lords], after enduring the missions, and even after killing the [Pale Monarch], the feeling never left.
