>>5792026What kind of coward would you be if you ran away from your own nightmare? Regardless of how real things felt, it was still just a dream, right? You knew exactly where you were, and what was about to happen. Dream or not, if you stood by and did nothing, it would be an unforgiveable act. You march forward and open the doors to the chapel. The ruined room before you is exactly as you remember it. Rubble and debris scatter the ground, and moss has begun overtaking the ruined walls and pillars. Standing in the center of the room is none other than Monica and Martha.
“Eh?” Monica exclaims with shock upon your arrival. “What are you doing here?”
“Help me! Please!” Martha screams. Your arrival distracts the Agarthan assassin long enough for Martha to wrestle out of her grasp and run in your direction. She stumbles to the ground midway, crawling on the floor until she is behind you, and then grabs your cape in terror.
>“You’re okay now.” You say gently to your deceased friend. “Get out of here. She can’t hurt you anymore.”Martha stares up at you with big, wet eyes full of terror. “B-Blair? H-how…?”
>“Go! Now!” You raise your voice, and Martha gets up and flees the chapel in terror.“That was cute.” Monica smirks. “Of course, you’re wrong. I can hurt her. In fact, I already did. She died screaming for you to come save her.”
>“Of all the people for me to encounter in this lousy Vision Quest…you’ve got to be the worst one yet. And given where I’ve been so far, that’s certainly saying something.”“That’s rude.” Monica scowls. “It’s not my fault I left such a big impression on you. I’m just naturally charismatic. And so what if I kidnapped you, killed your friends, and then turned them into Demonic Beasts? Honestly, just get over it already.”
>“I hope that’s not the lesson I’m supposed to take from this horrid experience. You’re a manifestation of my own conscience, aren’t you? If so, then you should already know how our story ends. I beat you at the Sealed Forest, and then I watched Solon kill you. In the end, you were nothing more than a reagent for the Forbidden Spell of Zahras. A fitting end for a wretch like you.” “Woooow.” Monica places her hands on her hips, looking none too impressed. “You sure got long-winded with age, didn’t you? And what’s this about you beating me?” She scoffs. “The way I remember it, you did nothing of the sort. You and your friends jumped me and still couldn’t take me down. You had to wait for that stupid Professor to come save you.” She smirks at you mockingly. “Pitiful. Can’t fight your own battles, Blair?”
