>>5948713>>5948719>Us and Potato You couldn't ask anyone to do this, you couldn't sacrifice anyone.
So it was up to you to make the approach.
You knew you could die, but you don't want to endanger anyone else.
And yet you knew that this could be too big for you.
So you asked Potato to accompany you, at his choice.
The spriggan had proven to see the raw nature of magic at times and that could very well save you.
He, as always, didn't quite understand or care about the gravity of the situation and accepted.
He abandoned Hildra's pocket that you had put him in so he could socialize with more people and clung to your arm.
He looked like a green sloth.
And without further delaying all this, at the zenith of your destruction, you advanced.
Each step heavy, the closer you got to the god, the more difficult it became to move.
Whether your muscles were failing or the air you pushed with each step was getting thicker, you weren't sure.
Each breath of air was a suffocating effort.
The vision of your world reduced to a few inches, everything surrounding you was darkness.
You felt like a fish in the open ocean. exposed, alone, a prey to greater things.
Tremors took to your flesh.
"Don't take it all in,"
You managed to turn your eyes to Potato, gripping your arm.
His greenish skin shifted through the many colors of the forest.
Amber eyes through his wooden mask.
He spoke again
"You are being greedy."
You couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all.
What exactly were you absorbing? Manna? Divine essence?
Did it matter?
You let go, and the god noticed your presence.
You look at your hands, trapped by entropy, limited by your time and slaves to sensation.
You raised your head to the vision of a recreation of reality, limited by your nerves.
You couldn't do anything other than cry, blurring the imperfect image created by your brain.
You understand why that thing looks down at you.
With envy, with joy, with rage, with sadness.
You faintly hear Potato scream at it to stop that.
Are you another supplicant, desiring form?
A pilgrim in search, would perdition change us?
Eternal seconds of reflection under this oppressive figure.
How did I plan to get you out of this place, strange creature?
I don't know how to save you, forgive me.
You reach down from the altar, the flesh bound ape foaming from the mouth.
There is a bundle of plants trying to shake it awake.
It reminds you of the flowers a Mother once brought you.
But Mothers were just an imitation, they left once given.
This world is so cold and small.
A glass falls from a table and shatters.
