For a heartbeat, Jacob stood with an empty expression there as if the world existed,
but he did not. The Cosmic Gateway’s explosion rippled outward again,
vital essence churning and scattering like luminous motes across the Verdantia Life Galaxy, precisely as it had monts or... ages ago.
The Ti felt wrong, the Space felt wrong, and even Jacob himself felt wrong as his bones humd with a hollow ache, as if so invisible hand had reached inside his mind and tugged.
For the first ti since acquiring the Cursed Immortality, the sensation of being ’himself’ felt subtly... misaligned.
The ghostly light within Jacob’s disguise, the Deathless Prince, flickered, mirroring his real eyes, however, not with confusion, but with the eerie stillness of soone who knew sothing had gone terribly, impossibly missing.
A mystical hum echoed faintly within his skull before the next mont, suddenly...
"How nostalgic..." Immortika’s voice drifted through him like a cracked bell tolling inside a tomb, and instantly his unfocused gaze twitched.
Sowhere deep, where his consciousness lay trembling, an icicle-thin shard of fear stabbed into his awareness, and the cursed book’s following words fell like a falling guillotine...
"...so, threads refuse to forget—even when the past is forced to!"
Jacob didn’t hear the maniacal laughter after because right there, and then, the world snapped, however, not outwardly, but inside him as if a dam bursting, like a seal tearing open!
It was as if a corpse rembering how it died as mories, ALL of them, ca crashing back, starting from the sudden assault and then the vision of his own rotten consciousness drifting in the mystical emptiness.
Thereafter, waking up within the Dreamscape Nightmare Realm after so weird encounter in that emptiness, and then Immortika suddenly controlling the Dreamscape Nightmare Realm and telling him how Nyx saved his consciousness.
Then Immortika shows him everything and unravels Alexandra and Destin Saint’s attacks, before learning about the hunter stalking the ’Cursed Ones’ through eternity, Immortal Nimrod of the Universal Void!
But the most terrifying part was the clash between two cosmic entities, both of whom were heirs to the Universal Godly Scripture.
Especially, Destin Saint with his terrifying, incomprehensible abilities and the sheer elegance with which he stripped Nimrod bare, rendering his calculations worthless, and silencing the Void itself in the end.
Lastly, the mont Destin Saint invoked it—The Winter of Past, and forced the reality with everything in it, Immortal Nimrod, including, was yanked backwards by the spine.
All of that, every second of horror, every glimpse of power of a true Arcanist that defied reason—rushed back into him in one shattering instant.
At that mont, Jacob jerked violently, and a crack tore through the space behind him as his skeletal nerves misfired. The infinity symbol suddenly materialized on his apex crown, and his Cursed Heart activated with raging pulses, sending a ripple of a vague yet infinitely profound power through his entire body, like the aftershock of a divine seizure.
His empty sockets blazed, not with fla, but with absolute, paralyzing dread because he rembered it all!
His jaw tightened until thin fractures webbed across the bone.
’...that... that wasn’t a dream...right!?!’ His thoughts were pure chaos, scraped raw by sothing far older than panic.
The Cosmic Gateway’s motes continued drifting beside him, serene and innocent,
oblivious to the taphysical slaughter that had just been rewound.
However, Jacob trembled, not in weakness, but in comprehension as he vividly rembered just watching Immortal Nimrod, a being who toyed with laws, be rendered helpless, and dragged backward through the jaws of his own severed past!
He had also watched Destin Saint peel apart the ’present’ with his Universal Godly Scripture, as if it were a page from a manual he had written.
But the worst of all, Jacob knew everything that was going to happen if that wasn’t a dream, like a spectator gripped by those Arcane forces and forcibly hurled back into a mont that no longer existed.
Furthermore, as he rembered the hyperboloid collapsing, and rembered the inevitability of folding ti like paper and then being dragged back...he rembered everything, the sensation of being uprooted from himself or from the ’reality’...it was still crawling on his inner bones like frost-bitten maggots.
However, for so reason, the Cursed Heart seed to be affecting his emotions, causing them to go haywire and mind-shattering from that unimaginable experience, because he had basically just experienced sothing that not even the Gods were worthy of experiencing.
At that mont, Jacob felt like breathing, despite not being able to, a useless, unnecessary habit he had forgotten, yet one he desperately needed, like a mortal.
’...I...I died...and then...I was...erased...?!’ His body trembled as his empty eyes flared into focus, then contorted.
Not in fear, but in sothing colder, sharper as a realization that made his tremble faintly with pure apprehension, but a hint of ecstasy because he just realized that...
’Destin Saint... pulled back...and from his words he didn’t seem to expect anyone to rember, but sohow I did...’
However, Jacob didn’t need to think twice before realizing why he seed to have escaped that ’fate’ of not being able to rember, and he jolted back to reality.
"Cursed Immortality! It was you!" Jacob roared in his mind as he knew it was only the cursed book that could’ve done that and nothing else.
But what Jacob didn’t understand was how this happened.
After all, he had rembered everything as the Destin Saint seed absolutely sure that even Immortal Nimrod wouldn’t be able to rember what had happened once he cast the Winter of Past.
According to Destin Saint, Immortal Nimrod had a Universal Godly Scripture, which ans Jacob should also be affected. Yet, he seed to be only affected for a mont before he wasn’t!
Furthermore, Jacob was sure that Immortika’s words seed like so sort of trigger that actually helped him escape from Destin Saint’s Winter of Past, and he clearly rembered Immortika had spoken them before, but not altogether.
However, those cryptic words that Jacob thought had ant sothing were actually ant for this exact purpose...
An impossible realization struck Jacob at that mont, ’If that’s true, then doesn’t this an Immortika had already predicted everything before it even happened?! Even Destin Saint erasing the future? Or it was so kind of vision!?’
At that mont, Immortika spoke, another unfamiliar action, "Now, now, don’t just stand here, if you know what I an...hahaahaha!"
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