Roz Asteri was standing over them as the thunder roars around them then she flinch in pain. "Ouch, it hurts my hand taking thunder." She looked at her right hand and saw thunder burn marks all over her arm. She looked at them with a smile. "How are the two of you doing? It seem like you two were having a go at each other very hard."
Shaman looks at Roz Asteri and splashes water onto their face. "Don't say it like that." She stood up and helped Dartz get up because she was on top of him. Then they all moved out of the world into Shaman's home world. Then Shaman looks at Roz Asteri's injured arm and looks worried about it. "How badly does it hurt?"
Meanwhile, Dartz here remains silent, she is conflicted with herself but it seems she has begun to accept that she isn't going to be happy with her own beliefs.
Roz Asteri was looking at Shaman. "It doesn't hurt much but will heal in due time. Besides don't worry about me too much, but you should be more worried about your friend." She pointed at Dartz.
Shaman looked at Dartz, then she sighed then looked back at Roz Asteri. "I don't know if this is a good time. We did spend a considerable amount of time, fighting them in that last world. Besides that, why did you return."
Roz Asteri look at Shaman. "You know, I did say I been watching you guys. So obviously when I was done with whatever I was doing I came to watch you guys. Then it was when I saw you guys were fighting each other. Then you saw me protecting you guys from that thunder strike. After all that world has seemly changed."
Shaman thinks about it and then asks. "It seems like you are withholding information from us. It seems like you understand what is going on."
Roz Asteri thinks about it and then replies to Shaman. "So I can't say, my mouth is bound somewhat. Yes, I understand your situation but not in an omnipotent sense, I have been fed messages and given understanding to an extent." She then smiles. "Stuff like that doesn't bother me, I rather spend time here." She sat down on a chair. "Although I can say, I have been given an assignment of sorts from commander, I'm here to prepare you all to face the Subjecgation of ....." The words of the named world, cause both Shaman and Dartz's memories to flash before their head. They flinch in return and Roz Asteri merely takes notice of their reactions.
Shaman looked at Roz Asteri. "My memories, flashed through my head... why did it that, not like before? When I remember normally, I think something similar happened in the past with remembering." She remembers the time they faced the Subjecgation of ....., and it was a long difficult process. A long process that lasted days, unlike anything else before.
Roz Asteri tried to speak but no sound came through, as she seemed to stop what she was going to say. Then spoke "Well, that is one way of preparing you guys for what is coming up. Hehe."
Dartz looks at Roz Asteri. "Not funny, I not enjoying the prospect of what is going to happen."
Roz Asteri looks at Dartz. "Remember, you're also there to collect energy. The golden item that I gave you will need Horizon Energy. With that Golden ornament, you might be able to use the Horizon's energy through ornament as a median without being poisoned by the energy."
Dartz took out the Golden ornament. "What is this thing? The Horizon energy you mention, as being toxic to the body. How do you know, it won't poison us?"
Roz Asteri put her finger on her lips. "Because like before, I have been given information on it. After did you not see your fellow friend suffering from it? I'm certain you were crying over it. Besides, did you forget that you were using Horizon Energy through several types of medians, machines, and fleshes alike?"
Dartz became flustered and tossed the ornament at Roz Asteri. "Don't bring up the fact I was crying!"
Shaman took note of the information. "That why we never suffer while in contact with it? You mean by the flesh, you mean Rigel right..."
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Anemoia Echoes
FantasyThe reality you once live in is an echo of the past and the one you live today is a dream come true or wishful thinking turn despair. The reality you live in now is nostalgic to your soul. -xxxxx When you play games, you wished that you belong to it...