For the first time in his life, Theresis feels a shiver run down his spine.
But it isn't his own instinctive reaction. He feels that a force, a will he can't see is trying to make him submit.
Theresis
Be you a god, or my creator, come out and face me.
Dead silence, cold. There is no response from the void.
???
Master. You shouldn't have come here.
'Ascalon'
Her Highness has already made a terrible, reckless mistake. I do not want to lose another person I care about.
'Ascalon'
Master, leave this place. The time is not yet right.
Theresis
You should not use her to mock me, oh self-proclaimed Creator.
The Ascalon standing before him is no illusion. This marvelous space has materialized his memories.
Theresis
In my memories, you are the same as before, just a little less mature.
'Ascalon'
...?
Theresis
Since those who truly control this place dare not face me directly, then Theresa has indeed succeeded. They must have already been subjected to numerous restrictions.
Theresis
Otherwise, those arrogant beings wouldn't have tried to get you to stop me.
Theresis raises his sword.
'Ascalon'
You still do not wish to leave with me, Master?
Theresis
If you really want to take me away, then defeat me.
'Ascalon'
As you wish.
Theresis
You're skilled, but you're merely using the skills I've taught you.
'Ascalon' disappears into a purple haze. She's used her Originium Arts.
Theresis thinks back to the day he and Theresa led the remnants of the Sarkaz army into that storm...
The day he walked into the purple smoke alone and took the knife from that girl's hands... just as he does again.
