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You pull just a little bit closer to the present, only going forward by a year at most, before allowing your consciousness to settle back into Olibu's past mind. It's a strange experience, like your mind is being engulfed in a warm haze before being sent to 'sleep' as you dream of being another person.
You're standing across from a familiar figure, though not one you'd ever imagined seeing like this. Oyal, cutting as mighty a figure as he ever did, appears to have been turned entirely to stone - and now he stands here for the rest of eternity, posed like a vigilant guardian. Despite all the atrocities that he committed in the name of his corrupt sense of justice, your heart still feels heavier than it's ever been before.
You raise a hand to reach out and touch him, only to hesitate and drop the limb a moment later, unable to bring yourself to do it. You want to feel angry, to grieve as a warrior would, but the only thing you feel right now is a deep sorrow that seems to draw the strength out of your limbs. You've never felt weaker, like a vulnerable newborn that wants to cry. You oblige the feeling only slightly, allowing tears to flow down your face but permitting nothing more.
"Brother...I promise you, I'll protect the world in your place until my dying breath." You vow, knowing he can't hear you. You cast your gaze away from him, looking instead to the bloody decapitated corpse laying just a few feet away from it. It's starting to decompose after the week or so it's been left out here in the elements, though the animals and insects seem to have avoided it for the most part - a small blessing that allows you to get a good look at the being that no doubt sealed Oyal's fate.
This demon seems to have had a deep green tint to its skin, drawn particularly tightly over its head to warp its still-shocked visage into a skull-like appearance. Oyal's final blow must have happened swiftly and unexpectedly, a small blessing. Most curious is the fact that the rest of the body seems to have fallen a few feet further from the head, possibly indicating some ability to operate on its own, before a second blow straight through the heart seems to have finished it off. While it's possible that the head could have gone flying from the slice that severed it, you doubt as much, having seen Oyal's gruesome skill with such firsthand.
Clutched in the demon's hands is some manner of staff, likely used to augment the fiend's natural magic prowess, which is adorned with a disturbing eye that seems to be looking right at you. Merely a coincidence, you're su- no, nevermind. It just blinked at you. You're quick to pick up the staff and break it over your knee, releasing a burst of raw magic power in the process and causing the eye to stiffen up and close for good.
"Tch. Bastard got what was coming to him, at least..." You lament, before considering something. "I shouldn't leave a demon at my brother's grave...it's the last thing he'd want to see." You muse aloud.
