Lucien didn't know why, but his mind was in a chaotic state. The pain was so intense he wanted to disappear. It felt so real that he couldn't think straight.
'What's happening to me? Why am I like this?'
<That's how the void works. It amplifies your negative feelings and makes you miserable. Your misery strengthens the darkness.>
'Just... stop it,' he clutched his chest, desperate.
<You need to be the one to stop it.>
Lucien found it strange that Tritons could protect him with a shield but couldn't dispel this negative feeling.
<Remember why you came here, Lucien.>
His eyes widened as the image of his mother on the bed, thin and frail, flashed in his mind. It struck him like a train, shattering him into pieces.
He looked down at Lithira's upper body. Blood poured from her stomach, and her innards scattered on the ground.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!