"No, his mind can't handle all of the minds that are now within him. They were more of an uhhhh… addition per se. Rather than fusing with his mind, they are like parasites attached to him. They don't know where they are, but eventually, they will ease and realize what has happened… probably."
"Probably? What do you an, probably?"
"I don't like your tone, boy," The woman glared at with an unbelievable amount of bloodlust in her eyes, enough to make shut up and just listen to her. "Anyways… it all depends on your friend's ntal fortitude. Have you seen him complete any impressive ntal feats? Then I'd say he should be able to resist it. If not, then just hope for the best, I guess…"
"Master, can't you help him with anything?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. If he wants to proceed down this path, then he needs to at least overco this path… if not, then he should fuck off and kill himself."
…
(Luna POV)
It was the middle of the night. Pitch black had surrounded the entirety of the war-bound capital, and the stench of preparing soldiers was already flooding the streets. I had gone out to pick up so dicine for Orion's current suffering status, but I was just too uncomfortable. Not only did it feel like sobody was following , but it also felt as if I had been injected with sothing. Was it fear? Anger? It was hard to tell.
"*sigh*... What am I going to do without you? The others are getting more and more worried by the hour. If it wasn't for and the demon god helping out, they would have all lost their shit… they've matured, but I guess they still haven't lost that love for you."
As my hand pulled his hair to the side, his entire body flinched. He wasn't awake but had entered a small state of ditation in order to try and escape whatever the hell was banging around inside of his head.
"I'm sorry, but I've gotten too curious," I smiled, placing my index finger on his forehead and closing my eyes. "[Throne World: Land of mories]."
A web of pink orbs soon surrounded as I found myself in a separate space detached from hell itself. It was my own world, which, unlike most throne worlds, didn't bleed onto the existing reality, but instead made a separate one. This was the result of my countless hours of hard work.
In the white abyss holding each pink thread connecting each pink ball, holding a glimring white light that shone brightly within each one, a slight hum echoed through the air. It was thick and forced to concentrate even harder as the boy's mind was swiftly resisting my throne world. Even in his vulnerable state, he was able to resist even my most powerful skill.
Each pink ball was a mory, not just any random mory, but a core one. It was sothing that caused him to change. Forced him to change, and I was ready to witness it. And if I was able to understand it completely, I could potentially gain so of his skills for my own.
Not a bad start. Not only do I get to find out more about him, but I get to obtain so of his skills. I an, I already knew tons about him. How hard could this be… right?
Touching the first pink ball that attracted the most, I assud it was the beginning. The very first ball sprouts into two more paths. And as my entire hand phased into it, my body was sucked into a swirl-like motion that tore into its mystical power.
"Huff… huff… huff… huff…"
A cue of heavy breathing forced to turn around, finding a little boy, about five years old, with short brown hair. He was kneeling on the ground, the fiery hot sumr air around him practically boiling the surrounding atmosphere. The dry climate imdiately caused his lips to crack and the inside of his mouth to dry as he just sat there… in shock.
"Atticus? Atticus? T-Talk to … p-please…"
"He's not going to respond," I said bluntly, and as the boy turned towards , his eyes that had completely died of all will to live landed on . They were chilling down to my very spine. I could hardly breathe straight as he stared into my eyes.
"W-Why?" He sniffled, tears slowly leaking from his eyes.
"He's dead."
In order to find out more about him, I was able to manipulate and influence the world with my powers and presence. If I wanted to, I could rule the entire dream world that had been created, which I had never done before, but if I wanted to find out as much about this boy as possible… then that might be feasible.
"LIES!" He shouted, his face slowly tumbling into that of a harsh glare. It dug into my face, and just like his charisma in real life, it moved .
"I'm sorry, but it's the truth. He's dead," I muttered coldly, and as the corpse in his hands, overrun with disease, flopped out of his arms, he got up and sprinted towards . I just stood there, seeing his little fist slam into my thigh, nearly shattering upon coming in contact with my flesh.
"LIES! LIES! LIES! LIES!"
It was already clear Orion had so deep-rooted trauma.
"*sigh*... This is useless," I rolled my eyes, pushing the boy away and then feeling my eyes roll back into my sockets. And when they rolled forward again, I found myself in front of a little boy. He had not aged in the slightest, but now, he was face to face with a rabbit that he held in his arms. It was bleeding out from several puncture wounds created by arrows. "Useless again."
I had shifted through more and more dreams, but I quickly ca to the realization that even after what seed to be a hundred traumatic mories… the boy had barely aged by even a year.
Death after death. Disease after disease. So many traumatic events ca, yet so little ti had passed.
"This… isn't where we co from. This place is different… how… even back on the overworld, there weren't places like this."
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