??? POV I (Alma ’s storyline)

I don ’t know when it happened, but I have suddenly lost my body.

I have faint memories of the past, but they ’re blurry and strange. I cannot move my body properly; it seems as if it were static.

Have I lost the ability to move independently? It appears to be the case.

Or maybe… Perhaps if I put the will into the thought of moving, something could happen.

Somehow, as I will something, my vision opens up, and so does the sound of everything around me, without even having eyes to see nor ears to hear, I was able to have these senses.

I can see once more. But who am I? When did I acquire the ability to think? I feel like I had memories of a time ”before ” this, but they ’re blurred out by darkness.

I was sure someone else back then. I had a body, with two legs and two arms, a head, eyes, ears, and more… I remember! Did I use to be… an Elf? A blonde man with long hair and sharp emerald eyes suddenly emerges in my memories.

He speaks with a condescending tone of voice as if looking down at me. In these memories, I find myself in the ground, defeated.

This man has big butterfly wings behind his back, his appearance by itself was completely divine, he was an enormously strong and glorious god. I couldn ’t describe it otherwise.

But why? Why was he looking at me like this?

Who is he? ”

”You ’ve served me well, Elraunne. But now you ’ve become a burden… ” he said.

”Why? Ungh… Oberon! Why…?! ” asked the voice coming from what seemed to be ”me ”.

Who is Oberon? This man… I…

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Eh? I remember! He was… the Venerable. The man that reached Rank 10, the savior of all the world, the one that fought against the threats, the Chaos Gates, and defeated the monstrous Chaotic Beasts that surged from the Chaos formed by the miasma of the world, I remember!

It was a chaotic era… an era where many died, an era where countries were constantly falling, war ran asunder, and immortals fought for territory and resources.

I… Immortal? Did I use to be an Immortal?

This man… this glorious man spoke with a voice that seemed sharp and terrible, it felt as if it was piercing through my soul, he was being so cold with me, for some reason, I had grown attached to him, like a good friend, my ally, my companion…

But he was now… killing me?