Akiol opened his eyes. Standing to his feet he looked up at the endless expanse once again.
He didn't know how much time had passed. Instead he had been going over every moment in his life that led to some turning point, and realized it was all meant to point him towards one direction.
Climbing the mountain of alternate Akiols, he reached Akio at the top.
Akio stopped humming and looked towards him, "I see you've made your decision."
"How did you free them?", Akiol asked.
"Aura is quite mystical. It can be shaped and used in a number of ways, but it's quite restrictive.", Akio explained, "It has to closely relate to your soul. Once you realize who you are as a person then your Aura will undergo a qualitative change. Once I came to realization I was nothing but a puppet, by Aura was capable of cutting the metaphorical strings life has. Cutting the connection a soul had to its body was easy."
"Then when you cut their souls. . .", Akiol looked towards the mountain.
