Chapter 58: Owning Doom

The void was still, silent, and endless, but my mind was anything but calm.

The Spectator's words echoed in my head, a constant reminder of how much I still didn't know.

I had thought I was starting to understand myself, my abilities, my purpose.

But now, standing here with the weight of my failures pressing down on me, I realized how little I truly understood.

My gun, Doom, wasn't just a weapon.

It was something more, something I hadn't even begun to comprehend.

"Spectator," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "You said I'm using the gun wrong. What did you mean by that? How do i 'tame' a gun? It's not a beast. It's… it's just a tool."

The Spectator spoke, calm and measured, as if it had been waiting for me to ask.