Arthur's expression remained neutral but his eyes showed understanding. He knew exactly what Sun Wukong was describing.
The confusion.
The disorientation.
The terrible certainty that comes with remembering a life that shouldn't exist.
"Eventually I couldn't deny it anymore," Sun Wukong said. "These weren't delusions or fantasies. They were memories. True memories of a previous existence. Of who I once was. What I once was."
He looked directly at Arthur. "I was something more than human. Something powerful enough to challenge the celestial order itself. I fought against the heavens. Against beings that mortals worship as gods. And for a time... I won." He grinned at this point as though he recalled something fun but frowned soon after.
The words hung in the air.
These words were bold and audacious. The kind of claim that would sound like madness to most people.
