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When I came into the chamber, I saw the dreamtime reflected in those emplacements. Eskart stood in the middle of this room, motionless, hunchbacked. He dressed no more extravagantly than mortals did. He was humble enough to not wish to be seen as inherently beyond them.
The Darkness rose from his head like a smokestack...
[ESKART] "NGhn... errghh... arghhh!"
'Hah...? What is wrong with him...?'
His Materia-strewn godform stood upright on both feet, hunched over like they were glued to the floor and his legs and pelvis had become a stand like a statue.
[ESKART] "Ghhn... ghrk... AAAAAAAAARGHHHHH!"
He wailed in Terror.
[SPEAKER 1] "He's been like this ever since it truly got bad. Screaming and hollering at the top here like he's being butchered alive... I can't fathom what's happening to him right now." The Shaman speaker said, turning to me. "Please! If you want to help him! You must now!"
The stink of H-E-U-S was pungent here. It was trying to cross over into reality from the realm of Dreams.
'Oh no...' I said, realizing the truth here; 'The manifestation is trying to break out and consume him. The Dark One is trying to create an avatar out of him! Like an infection!'
I turned to the Shaman. 'Listen. I am going to put my hand on his shoulder. The moment I do, I'll send my Spiritual self into the dream to find him. Once I do, I'll do everything I can to shut down this spill and bring him back to his senses. When my companions arrive to aid me, you must help them here. Instruct them of this, they have to join their hands and grab mine. Do you understand?'
[SPEAKER 1] "Abs... solutely! I'll see it done!"
'Good.'
I approached Eskart... and I put my hand on his shoulder...
