>>5146232Target:13
14, 11, 12
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST SUCCESS!!</span></span>
Weapon of an Empire OST.
Track 3 - Alien thoughts within an Alien Body.
https://voca.ro/17FAF80kSkDBThe void howled a maddening mockery of language echoed through you. Into the center of your very soul, staining you forever. Tainting. You were a part of it now. It was a part of you. Forever bound, linked as one. The comms unit was snapped away along with your sight as the Phobos consumed you completely. The exterior equipment falling away. You were alone. That was a lie, you would never be alone. Not any more.
Mortimer opened his eyes, the swirling miasma of the Umbral Core replaced, now he stood alone, encompassed by a vast and scarred landscape. Twisted and broken metallic joints were scattered wildly around like crumbling gravestones. He blinked, confusion and shock surrounding him like an oppressive figure. A thing he didn't remember, something that was stolen from him.
<span class="mu-r">"I lvoe yuo. I lvoe you so mhcu. You wree the olny tnihg taht cluod mkae me selim, the olny one I cluod ttsur. het byo who sevad me. Il'l nveer fegrot yuo. I'm syrro. I wsih I cluod gvie you waht you ndee. I wsih I cluod gvie you the chrdlien you deresve but I w'not be leivang here. I'm syrro. I'm so syrro. Psaele d'not fegrot me. Plsaee. Ayawls hvae me wtih yuo. Try not to wyrro. Il'l be waihctng oevr yuo. And wehn i'ts yuor tnru. Il'l be hree wanitig. So hvae no faer my levo. Daerm of the day we wlil be tohteger agnia."</span> The wind whispered nonsense and the dead world swirled, the core reaching deeper into his mind. Together. Mixing and scrambling their nerves traces one another. The dead stealing life that was not its own.
Mortimer opened his eyes, pain lancing through him as the very world roared. Wind whipped passed him, flogging his weak body while she screams in pain. He can feel her, but couldn't reach her in time. The white shards of snow, scolding his iris. Trying to freeze his eyes. The snow crunching under his feet rattled like the laughter of the mad. Their words harass him.
<span class="mu-b">"You know the end. Hope is an illusion."</span> Ignoring the words he pressed on, the Phobos heeded his command. His eyes burned with hatred. Blinded by rage. She wasn't far. He could still make it. If only he could just see, Mortimer howled a ragged and beast-like call. He blinked, the storm becoming even more distinct as the darkness swept in.
