Alex's world was practically overturned by what he was hearing from Mikhail. His whole life as an awakened boiled down to just being a lamb to the slaughter for the System in some sort of never ending quest for energy.
It made him sick to his stomach to think about.
…In fact, he almost keeled over and let his internals spill out right then and there.
He only held back to save the last bits of his dignity in front of a figure as ethereal as the legendary Mikhail.
Though, he doubted whether he would bother the old fellow if he did.
Mikhail stood, slowly, brushing his hand against Virtue's Edge's blade, which had somehow found its way into his hands…
Alex wasn't even shocked that he hadn't noticed his sword leaving his side.
Such a thing was normal when taking into account Mikhail's power.
He just accepted it for what it was.
"Virtue's Edge was my final attempt at defying the System's vile nature. It was forged with fighting against that truth in mind, or at least, to defy it."
