The soul of Staff fractured into pieces, and her mind was broken. Her Will held her together, but even this was a fading bulwark against the pressure that could shatter eternity.
’This was a trap. There is no way I could have held this back. Primordial Demon, you want my father to fail!’
Staff cried out in anguish, knowing that if her father knew that she had given up her life to ensure the stage of combat that would determine his freedom was completed in time, he might lose a bit of momentum in his fight, and in a battle of that level, the most minor changes could be dangerous.
’No, I cannot accept this, I cannot die, not before I hear the voice of my father!’
Staff could see herself drowning in a pool of suffering and lamentation as the evils of the chain drew her into darkness. Her hands stretched out of the pool of darkness, reaching for anything, and when the last bit of warmth was about to leave her body, as her hope faded, a warm hand held her own and dragged her out of the pool of darkness.
Spending several seconds coughing out black sludge that had filled her lungs, Staff gasped and struggled to her feet, looking up at the man who had saved her.
"Rowan," she sighed, "why am I not surprised?"
Looking at the wriggling mass of darkness that she had coughed out of her chest, Rowan winced, "That looks both painful and disgusting."
Staff looked at Rowan deeply, "You have changed."
Rowan’s eyes widened in appreciation. "So you noticed! I thought you might, but if you say I have changed then you must have met the me in the future, well I guess to you it would be the present. Oh, by the way, how am I doing? No, don’t answer that, I am dead, aren’t I?"
Staff shook her head in bewilderment, "How are you inside my mental space?"
Rowan shrugged, "Actually, I am in your soul, and it was much more cozy in here even when you began going full demon mode and disregarding the inheritance of your Dominator half, then you had to bring that nasty thing inside your soul. Are you looking to die this quickly?"
Staff rolled her eyes in irritation, the heavy burden in her chest from all the events that had been happening was somehow washed away under the teasing of Rowan, closing her eyes to settle her spirit, she asked,
"Why are you here?"
Rowan sighed and swept his hand aside. The darkness that surrounded them washed away, and a scene from thousands of years ago was shown where they had all gathered at Booze Palace.
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