>>5433012>>5433013>>5433018The creation of life is seen through the inside of your mind. You attempt to shut out all your other senses, but the soul is one that you can never escape from.
Whatever you attempt to see in this flash passes too fast.
"Again!"
It is too incomprehensible, a surplus of information that should never be contained by a single individual.
"Again!"
Your luminous avatar reverberates outside of your body, expelling Od as if it was turning into steam.
"Again!"
Your veins turn into worms, wiggling and squirming into vermin as the seeds that exit out of your gums turn into rat feces. Several mice escape from out your throat, bursting into a new form that was scarred into the back of your mind.
"Do not forget that your mere existence is a product of your father's undying loyalty towards the dark arts. You belong to us. You are our puppet, my tool create plight and bring the seeds of sickness towards my beautiful harvest."
The mountain of rats start to deflate your body, stanching your carcass with their urine and blood.
"How could one fated to fight fate, deny that destiny exists? Nothing has changed, you are merely playing into our hands, as Hedwyn has. As Merlina has. As Bolzack has."
The rates form into a mass that resembles your form, the diseased Apostle leader uses your form to deceive you from perceiving yourself as more than a marionette, with the flesh colored monster placing a foot onto your head.
"Enjoy your happiness while you can, for it will be the last moment of peace we shall give you before the death of the plants preventing our rulership."
You snap back into your consciousness before this vision could be seen for the umpteenth time. Not much time has passed in real life, seeing as you were holding yourself onto the staircase.
There are no signs of changes from your regular abilities, and after doing an overview, no added benefits or curses have been added to your form.
Yet your retinas still seem detached, the squiggly lines do not escape your sight, especially when looking above the clouds.
"Is that..."
A tree with branches and fescues that encompassed the entire horizon, a corridor of stone pillars is seen with surprising accuracy by your naked eye. There are details that formed a world map that served as a way of travelling through the skies. The world is connected as one.
"Something has gone wrong with the world, Vlad! What has happened with the spirits?" Farnese attempts to keep you steady after seeing that Casca remained stable.
"We need to observe them up close! It might be dangerous, but we need to understand the inner workings of this fusion before using this empowered magic!"
>I would rather not do that, it's too dangerous even for the three of us.>I'm not feeling too well to do this... You can astral project without me.>Hold it, I am seeing something among the clouds...>Alright, I'll try to focus on my luminous body. 