>>5927161“Wh-What?” he says, a look of fear coming to his face. “No, that's not true. That's impossible!”
“Here, allow me to show you.” you say, floating down to him. Landing beside the boy you place your right on her head, left on his own. “Now you shall see the true nature of this...Thing.”
Quickly focusing your magical power, you dive into the redheaded woman's mind, dragging his consciousness down into her mind along with you. Reality spirals for a moment, then when everything settles you find yourself in, well. Not what you'd expected. Diving into other beings' minds would give you a good sense of the being; how they think, what they hold dear, what makes them, well. Themselves. But this being's mind is quite different than anything you've ever seen before, even for a construct that others pilot.
“What....IS this...?” Trunks asks, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings in shock. “W-Where are we?”
“This is the inside of her mind.” you tell him, gesturing to the altar in the darkness with your left hand. “I brought your soul inside this construct, so you could see the truth of this being for yourself. So, what do you think? Is this not what you were expecting?”
“Why does it look like we're in some sort of... Shrine?” he asks, looking at the altar before you both. One with a bronze-seeming brazer embedded in what seem to be some sort of roots that you recognize. “What is this?”
“Allow me to demonstrate.” you say, again using your Soul Cross technique to take the fragment of the Time God Soul from him, pulling it from his chest and leaving it in his hands without touching him. “Go ahead. Fill the vessel with that soul, if you wish to see the truth.”
He looks from you to the alter, to the soul in his hands before looking back to you. Then, resolve hardening you see him walk over, leaning into the giant bowl and placing that flame in the bottom. Immediately the fire takes, igniting and growing larger as he pulls back. The light from the fiery soul begins to spill out through tracks in the bottom of the altar, burning across the floor in an intricate pattern.
“Woah!” he exclaims, dodging the fires around his feet, watching as the different paths of fire reach what appear to be some sort of stone tablets. The fires begin blazing across their empty surfaces, forming writing in the ancient writings of the first gods of this reality. “This writing, it... It's written in the divine language!”
“Oh? You actually know the First Tongue?” you ask, genuinely impressed. You hadn't expected such a lowly being to be privy to the true language of this existence.
“Of course, I studied it after becoming Chronoa's apprentice.” he replies, turning back to the words. But as he studies each of the giant stone slabs, you see his countenance begin to change, turning from shock to confusion.
