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For a moment, the commendable thought of struggling to keep awake and continuing this fight enters your mind. However, you are unable to muster enough energy to actually even consider doing so. The only thing that matters right now is that so pleasant coldness coming from your right. You forget everything else, only paying attention to it. Slowly, the cold creeps over your arm and before long the oppressive warmth of earlier disappear, dwarfed by the o-so welcome coldness. You could move, open your eyes and acknowledge what’s going on around, but you simply don’t give a damn. Fuck it all. The only thing that matters now is this feeling. Beating Salvation, finding out the truth about the Labyrinth, finding out how was Rin related to this. All those things can wait.
Progressively, the cold grows stronger, pretty much in the same way the temperature heated up to an unbearable level before. This time though, it’s different. Although the Cold is becoming stronger and stronger, it doesn’t bother you. Maybe it’s just an after effect of the exposition to the magma, but truly, you couldn’t think of science and physics even if your life depended on it right now. Soon enough, it’s as cold as if you were outside in the middle of winter without appropriate clothing. Normally, you would be frozen and shaking, but you just feel at ease within the Cold.
A voice weakly reaches your ears. You can roughly hear anything. All you can be sure of is that the man is quite angry and swearing massively. Yeah, that’s right; he was bound to stop hurling lava at some point. He has to be pissed off you survived his trump card. You laugh silently, not able to gather enough strength to actually make a sound. You would get up and bash that fucker once and for all, but everything is just so comfortable as it is...
Finally, all the actions you’ve done up to now catch up with you and exhaustion kicks in, adding more stress to your already exhausted energy. Unable to take much more and as if guided by the cold, you quickly fall asleep.
Your sleep, alas, isn’t eventless. Numerous scenes of your past come back to your mind, all in black and white as if an old movie of the beginning of the century. What’s truly noticeable though is that despite recognizing the man on the pictures, you simply can’t be assed remembering those scenes. Your vision blurs and the pictures fade away, replaced by the same parasite as one can see when their TV stops working only to display that noisy blizzard of pixels of various shades of gray.
Suddenly, everything goes blank. Not quite unconscious, black fills your vision for a moment before a tiny dot of light appear, somewhere in the distance. It radiates brightly, almost hypnotizing. Without any notice, the dot literally explodes and a miniature of the Big Bang occurs before your eyes.
Before you can acknowledge anything, the explosion is replaced by what would look like a Black hole if it wasn’t actually emitting so much goddamn light. Embedded of blue, metallic gray, white and yellow, the vortex that fills your eyes looks like a mixture of light and icy water, both the liquid and the photons merged into a single impressive element. As the vortex absorbs everything, the scenery changes once again.
Your feet meet with the ground. Beneath you is an octagonal floor made of a mosaic of red and purple light, intertwined into complexes motives and patterns. The “floor” seems to make between ten and twelve meters of diameter, but everything is slightly unclear. Beyond this, everything is pitch black. Nothing seems to exist but you and the floor on which you are standing.
-“Welcome into your world.” A female voice says within the naught, echoing slightly.
-“My world? Who are you? ” This voice, it feels as if it’s not the first time you hear it, but you can’t exactly remember where.
-“Don’t worry about that just yet.” The voice answers before bursting into laughter.
As the laughs echoes into the naught, copies of the voice emerges from everywhere around you. In no time, you feel surrounded by a thousand of invisible laughing figures. You look around nervously, but everything remains desperately empty.
-“Just answer already.” Irritation? No, you’re just tired. You don’t want to play those games again.
-“Silence!” everything stops. “You’re lucky; I hope you know that...”
-“Well obviously not lucky enough for any of this to suddenly and magically make sense”
-“Maybe we will meet again. Maybe I will one day be able to tell you everything, but that’s highly doubtful.” The voice answers without any emotion. “I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t die on me so quickly.”
-“What? Oh please that’s ridiculous...”
You try to ask the voice more questions, but it stays desperately silent, you try to provoke the voice, you attempt (almost) every possible way to get a reaction, but in vain: she is gone.
Suddenly, the “floor” starts shaking. You lose your balance and falls over, the violent tremors gluing you to the ground. After a good five minutes, everything finally calms down. You stand up and notice a change. Around you are now three high columns of seemingly gothic architecture. They are quite large and could easily be fifty meters tall. As you stare at their incredibly precise and detailed construction, they shrink with speed. Within seconds, they are merely one-meter tall. Upon them are three small purple spheres.
The first one, right in front of you, seems quite unstable. Although it retains the obvious shape of a sphere, the energy composing it is always rotating; one moment toward the left, the next toward the right. Now, the top and bottom halves aren’t even getting along, rotating in different directions. The next second, the same scenario occurs vertically as its right and left halves rotates in opposition. The moment later, it stopped rotating. Although keeping a solid semi-transparent layer, the energy inside has started going nuts and the sigh reminds you the ocean, ravaged by a colossal storm as the purple energy clashes against itself with chaos.
The second one, on your right, is much less chaotic. It’s not moving or anything, but a small red dot is wandering over it. Occasionally, a blast of the purple energy is hurled toward the point which is hit and shattered inevitably. It always reform, of course, but not even a single time was it missed.
The third one is at the antipode of the first. It is completely motionless. You could say it is a “generic” sphere if you didn’t witness the behavior of the two others. The third one remains desperately calm and quiet, displaying a uniform color all over itself, never disturbed by anything. You notice something underneath it.
As you lean closer, you can read a single word engraved in the stone of the pillar: “Pure”. You realize you only noticed it because the sphere itself wasn’t driving your attention away and return to the two others, looking for similar inscriptions. Underneath the first one is the word “Chaos”. Nothing original, you think. Underneath the second one is the word “Elite”
[ ] Pick up Chaos
[ ] Pick up Elite
[ ] Pick up Pure
[ ] Chose right now
[ ] Call Ame for some advices on why this choice is so important and wait before deciding.