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Areas / Re: The Great Western Mountains
« Last post by Kotomine_Rin on October 01, 2021, 07:45:56 PM »Vanangandr
There was no feeling, fear, or shock at the sudden blow. And why would there be? He had long since discarded such unnecessary feelings to save the world. But even if he hadn't, the illusion couldn't share in such drivel. It simply blew away like stardust in the wind, shattered with no catharsis or fanfare.
The flames of the burning bird ended, with naught but a disappointed smile.
All that was left was the boy, with eyes agape. Unable to speak. Staring with the dizzying sickness that built up inside him.
"But... my soul is.... fine. I am a person. I am... I am..." He sounded in shock, as if he was starting to remember something he should have never remembered at all. "I am Vanangandr, a hero of the citadel. I am Vanangandr. A hero. I am..." He repeated those words meekly, like a mantra. Almost as if to convince himself. His soul was whole. His body was his. Why was this even happening? What did he do? Why was that voice so familiar?
As he took a step back, a voice rang in his head. Something that revulsed him to the core.
Not good. We must cut a bit deeper.
"Your... Nakama." He gasped when he remembered those same words told to him once. In that dark, dark place.
There was no feeling, fear, or shock at the sudden blow. And why would there be? He had long since discarded such unnecessary feelings to save the world. But even if he hadn't, the illusion couldn't share in such drivel. It simply blew away like stardust in the wind, shattered with no catharsis or fanfare.
The flames of the burning bird ended, with naught but a disappointed smile.
All that was left was the boy, with eyes agape. Unable to speak. Staring with the dizzying sickness that built up inside him.
"But... my soul is.... fine. I am a person. I am... I am..." He sounded in shock, as if he was starting to remember something he should have never remembered at all. "I am Vanangandr, a hero of the citadel. I am Vanangandr. A hero. I am..." He repeated those words meekly, like a mantra. Almost as if to convince himself. His soul was whole. His body was his. Why was this even happening? What did he do? Why was that voice so familiar?
As he took a step back, a voice rang in his head. Something that revulsed him to the core.
Not good. We must cut a bit deeper.
"Your... Nakama." He gasped when he remembered those same words told to him once. In that dark, dark place.