Koal emerged into the sterile air of the Nexus, hissing as a wave of pain slammed into his head, and he swayed due to the after-effects of the portal. He threw a baleful glare towards the offending portal, which seemed to glow a bit brighter in response. His violet eyes flashed red as his anger spiked, and he quickly turned and stalked away from the gate. Taking a deep breath to smooth over his pride, he took in the landscape of the verse. Part of him appreciated the stark, clean look of the Nexus. Another part of him wished Omni had picked another color instead of the near-blinding white. Squinting his eyes, he spotted a squad of soldiers marching in the distance; it wasn't very many from what he could tell. The only substantial piece of reality that existed here was the fountain. It looked slightly different than when he had woken up here. Instead of rough stone, the fountain was carved of a dark grey marble, and a floating sphere resided over the calm surface of the fountain. His mind appreciating the aesthetic beauty of the fountain, he turned his gaze to one of the gates that lined the perimeter of the verse. He counted eight of them. Every one of them leaded to entirely different worlds. It was a strange thought, yet he felt as though it was normal.
Clenching his fists, he started to walk South. He felt drawn that way for some reason. The shadows that were ever-present at the back of his mind began to chitter and grow excited. He felt the pressure inside of his head grow. And he grimaces as his headache began to worsen. Blinking rapidly to disperse the tears gathering at the corners of the lilac orbs, he sped up his stride.
"Good. Very Good. Use your anger to crush your enemies into submission." Koal witnessed a version of himself almost impaled and dispatched with his own sword. A figure, dressed in elegant black robes, held his had outstretched like a claw, and his dark and raspy voice tore through Koals very soul.
"Like so."
Koal stumbled as the vision ripped through him. It had been so vivid, and so... familiar, yet as far as The Young Demon could remember, it had never happened. Koal had never met anyone like that before, and he doubted he ever would. He remembered the blood-red glow of the mans weapon against the mask. Koal realized with growing horror what material the mask looked to be made of. Bone. He repressed a shiver as he continued to walk quickly to the southern gate.
He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he'd be damned (again) if he didn't find out soon. These visions seemed so real yet Koal had no memory of them ever taking place. He shook his head and broke into a run towards the gate, determined to leave this place before any more of those thrice-damned visions made themselves known. Throwing himself into the gateway of ice, Koal felt the familiar warping and his vision was dark.
Clenching his fists, he started to walk South. He felt drawn that way for some reason. The shadows that were ever-present at the back of his mind began to chitter and grow excited. He felt the pressure inside of his head grow. And he grimaces as his headache began to worsen. Blinking rapidly to disperse the tears gathering at the corners of the lilac orbs, he sped up his stride.
"Good. Very Good. Use your anger to crush your enemies into submission." Koal witnessed a version of himself almost impaled and dispatched with his own sword. A figure, dressed in elegant black robes, held his had outstretched like a claw, and his dark and raspy voice tore through Koals very soul.
"Like so."
Koal stumbled as the vision ripped through him. It had been so vivid, and so... familiar, yet as far as The Young Demon could remember, it had never happened. Koal had never met anyone like that before, and he doubted he ever would. He remembered the blood-red glow of the mans weapon against the mask. Koal realized with growing horror what material the mask looked to be made of. Bone. He repressed a shiver as he continued to walk quickly to the southern gate.
He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he'd be damned (again) if he didn't find out soon. These visions seemed so real yet Koal had no memory of them ever taking place. He shook his head and broke into a run towards the gate, determined to leave this place before any more of those thrice-damned visions made themselves known. Throwing himself into the gateway of ice, Koal felt the familiar warping and his vision was dark.