Capítulo 84: Leaving

'84 seconds.' Dorian thought, stumbling slightly. His chest heaved from exertion, exhaustion tugging at him.

'I took it down.' Exhilaration filled him, grim happiness at surviving. He blinked for a moment, however, his thoughts clashing slightly.

'I am… the Great Lord of the Absolute? I am also Dorian. I AM Dorian. Dorian is I.' He clutched at his head slightly with his remaining arm.

He could feel those battles, those wars, growing up as a small child.

Those were HIS scattered, incomplete memories. That was HIM.

At the same time, he was Dorian, a boy born to a loving family on Earth, appearing on this strange world after his death.

"Ugh." Having two sets of memories as his own… It was incredibly disorienting.

Logically, Dorian knew that he wasn't that child, that warrior. That those memories might feel like his own, but that they weren't actually.