I didn’t know what was happening, a torrent of pessimistic thoughts were invading my mind, taking over every corner of my rationality. Anxiety grew with every second, like a hungry monster, devouring my strength. Darkness consud , and with it, the feeling of losing control, of crumbling into the abyss. Suddenly, in the middle of that nothingness, sothing persisted. It wasn’t a thought, it wasn’t a feeling. It was sothing deeper, sothing I couldn’t na. Like a small but indomitable spark, that refused to be extinguished. It was a voice that, without saying a word, constantly whispered to : "Get up." A voice that didn’t let give up, that clung to like a beacon in the middle of the storm.
I don’t know how long I spent like that, floating in nothingness, between broken fragnts of myself. But, sohow, that spark began to grow. Reminding who I was, telling that there was sothing beyond this, sothing real. And tangible, though I couldn’t see it, or feel it, or fully understand it. I just knew it was there, waiting, lingering. And with that certainty, I began to fight.
I don’t know how I did it. There was no body to move, no voice to emit, but sohow, I forced myself to focus on that spark, to feed it with my will. And then, sothing changed. The darkness began to recede, as if it were fading away. I could see the edges, I saw the world around rebuild itself, piece by piece, like a puzzle slowly finding its place. My senses returned, one by one. First touch: the coldness of the ground beneath my feet, the rough texture of the surface. Then hearing: my labored breathing, the beating of my heart that seed to resonate throughout my being. Finally, vision: the world taking shape before my eyes. Everything beca clear. And with it, the certainty that it was still there, still existed.
When I opened my eyes. I was back in the living room, but sothing had changed. The reddish light that had previously disturbed now seed warm, perhaps welcoming, as if it were welcoming back to reality. The first-year juniors were still there, their eyes closed, trapped in their own world, locked in their own illusions. I tried to wake them up, shaking them, yelling at them. But they didn’t respond. Since I couldn’t do anything at the mont, my intuition told that if I solved this, they would wake up, with no other option. I turned to the back of the room, where a door, strange and different from all the ones I had seen while advancing, stood imposing in the darkness. It was like a whisper in the middle of the chaos, a clue, an opportunity. Without hesitation, I headed towards it, driven by a force that I didn’t understand, but that I knew was guiding .
When I slid the door open, I felt a shudder run through my entire body. It was like when I had gone through the dungeon, but this ti the sensation was more intense, deeper. My mind understood it instantly: I was entering a "Domain." A space separated from reality, an exclusive realm that only transcendental beings could access.
My nerves were on edge. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding, but I kept going. I looked up, in the center, rising on a pedestal of black stone, was a throne. It was not just any throne; it was a masterpiece of ancient architecture, carved with intricate designs that seed to tell a story of epic battles and immorial sacrifices. Its strong, almost defiant presence forced to advance cautiously, my steps echoing on the black marble floor, but as I approached, sothing changed. An invisible pressure seed to surround , as if the atmosphere itself was alive, watching , asuring my worth.
Arriving in front of the throne, I reached out my hand almost without thinking, as if an external force was guiding my movents. The mont my fingers touched the cold surface of the throne, a shudder ran through my entire body. The throne ca to life, lighting up with a blinding glow that filled the domain with red light. The runes on the ground began to spin, forming complex patterns that seed to contain ancient energy.
Thummm!
Suddenly, a searing heat ran through my arm, ascending to my chest. It was a sharp pain, as if an invisible fla had embedded itself in my being, burning my flesh and my mories at the sa ti.
Thummm!
The sound of a deep heartbeat resonated within . With each pulse, a wave of unknown mories invaded my mind. Visions of ancient battles, wars lost in ti, unfolded before my eyes. I could see them, live them as if they were an extension of myself, as if those monts, those lives, were part of my very being.
"Ahh..ah" Agonizing pain ran through my body, but I endured it. The images kept flowing: war, glory, sacrifice. Each beat carried a heritage, I knew it imdiately, it was part of my lineage, of the lives that lived before . And in the midst of that storm of mories, a voice echoed in my mind, grave and solemn.
『To my descendant, I hope you can fulfill my greatest dream』.
The words resonated in my being, loaded with a weight that I could not ignore. I felt like an unknown power was rging with my essence, as if it were granting a legacy that perhaps had waited centuries. But with that power ca a sense of responsibility. The pain in my chest intensified, and my vision blurred. I fell to my knees, unable to bear it.
Before I lost consciousness, my eyes caught sight of runes scattered on the ground, lining up in a pattern I instinctively recognized: the North Star. A chill ran down my spine as a whisper escaped my lips, uttering its na. At that very mont, the runes ca to life, glowing with an intense light before launching themselves towards , embedding themselves in my chest as if they were part of my own skin.
A wave of scorching heat began to spread through every corner of my body.
"Argg..." A gasp erupted from my throat, unable to contain the pain that consud . My eyelids, heavy as lead, gave way imdiately.
The last image my eyes captured was that of the throne, that imposing symbol, crumbling, and collapsing in a dull rumble, as if the world itself was falling around .
And then, I lost consciousness.
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