So he chose none of them.
He refused to settle.
Beyond the fact that he could easily tell this was most likely yet another layer of Thoryl's schemes, he simply refused to bow once more.
He refused to be broken and moulded by the desires of the pawns moving around him.
He'd already sacrificed all his memories of the past, burning years of lifetimes away, on top of shouldering the weight of a sin he didn't commit.
Why should he sacrifice more?
At that point, what was the point of living?
He refused.
Uriel focused on the flame burning deep within him, the flickering brazier that fueled his Will and clarity, and almost instantly, he found its source.
The Runic Scar on his chest.
The one he'd etched into himself after the advent. Back then, he'd carved it while unconsciously using his spark to infuse the emotions he felt that day.
