"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 mean, probably?"
"I don't like your tone, boy," The woman glared at me with an unbelievable amount of bloodlust in her eyes, enough to make me shut up and just listen to her. "Anyways… it all depends on your friend's mental fortitude. Have you seen him complete any impressive mental 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 overcome 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 some medicine for Orion's current suffering status, but I was just too uncomfortable. Not only did it feel like somebody was following me, but it also felt as if I had been injected with something. 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 me 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 meditation 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 Memories]."
A web of pink orbs soon surrounded me 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 glimmering white light that shone brightly within each one, a slight hum echoed through the air. It was thick and forced me 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 memory, not just any random memory, but a core one. It was something 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 some 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 some of his skills. I mean, I already knew tons about him. How hard could this be… right?
Touching the first pink ball that attracted me the most, I assumed 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 me into its mystical power.
"Huff… huff… huff… huff…"
A cue of heavy breathing forced me to turn around, finding a little boy, about five years old, with short brown hair. He was kneeling on the ground, the fiery hot summer air around him practically boiling the surrounding atmosphere. The dry climate immediately 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 me… p-please…"
"He's not going to respond," I said bluntly, and as the boy turned towards me, his eyes that had completely died of all will to live landed on me. 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 me.
"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 me. 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 some 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 came to the realization that even after what seemed to be a hundred traumatic memories… the boy had barely aged by even a year.
Death after death. Disease after disease. So many traumatic events came, yet so little time had passed.
"This… isn't where we come from. This place is different… how… even back on the overworld, there weren't places like this."
