- Host's Mind, Egypt -
In a large chamber, a man awoke to a large open chamber. Sitting upon a luxurious throne, he saw massive pillars made of marbled stone stretching to the doors. Etched expertly upon the pillars were mysterious inscriptions that pointed back to long-forgotten pasts. This space was a work of art, adorned with gleaming mosaics and mysterious murals that held the secrets of a long-gone civilization.
The air held the heavy stench of rotting corpses. Servants stood to his left and right, each holding big and exotic palm leaves in their hands. An eerie calm pervaded the area as the gentle rustle of gowns and murmurs from courtiers, officials, and nobles waiting impatiently occasionally reached his ears.
Suddenly, a dominating voice echoed through the chamber, sending shivers of unease down the spines of everyone present. "Let my people go!" The weightiness of the voice pierced the hearts of everyone present. The words held something primordial within them, as if a god had spoken through the man.
Feeling pain grow in his head, he lifted his hand to his forehead as he thought to himself, "At best, it's somewhere in the Western Desert; however, the strange symbols on the pillars along with the unique style of clothing say otherwise."
He went deep into thought, thinking through his memories to find something that properly resembled this place. However, try all his might, he couldn't find anything in his vast collection of memories that even vaguely resembled this place.
After collecting his thoughts, he tuned his ears back to the outer world to hear what the clearly uninvited guest was saying.
"This is what the Lord, the God of the Hebrews, says: 'How long will you refuse to humble yourself before me? Let my people go, so that they may worship me. If you refuse to let them go, I will bring locusts into your country tomorrow. They will cover the face of the ground so that it cannot be seen. They will devour what little you have left after the hail, including every tree that is growing in your fields. They will fill your houses and those of all your officials and all the Egyptians—something neither your parents nor your ancestors have ever seen from the day they settled in this land till now."
Moses turned around and was about to leave when the pharaoh raised his hand with a confused look across his face and asked, "Just a moment; wait there as I think."
A guard was about to step forward to stop Moses from leaving when the pharaoh spoke again: "Don't touch him."
For a brief moment, everything became silent. The servants fanning the leaves paused. The chief treasurer slightly raised his head to look at the pharaoh before quickly dropping it back down, realizing his mistake. Even the general felt something was wrong with the pharaoh.
This pause lasted for five seconds before the vizier, second only to the pharaoh, opened his mouth. "Well, did you not hear him?! Ramses! Our pharaoh has graciously offered to allow you to stay! Far more than you deserve, Hebrew!"
The reaction from everyone present, deep bows with buckled knees, the eyes of what he can assume to be one of the top brass looking his way before quickly turning back down, and the name of his body, 'Ramses' None of these small hints went unnoticed by him. "Their first reaction shows that this isn't Ramses' usual behavior; their reactions show that he is likely a tyrant; it also shows one of the three things. Either I'm incredibly powerful, I have a powerful backer, or I'm treated like some sort of godly being."
The more time he spent in these strange worlds, the quicker he grew accustomed to each of them.
Looking around, he noticed a scribe writing things down on a piece of papyrus. He beckoned him forward.
The fastest and safest way to gain information was naturally from the very person who had it as their job.
Quickly running over, the scribe did a light bow as he raised the papyrus to the throne.
Out loud, he listed recent plagues that had befallen the kingdom: "Water turned to blood, a multitude of frogs climbing up from the Nile River, dust turning into lice, a swarm of flies, livestock becoming compost for the earth, boils scattered across one's flesh, hail falling from the sky, and striking down anything in its path."
All the officials gulped as he listed the seven recent calamities that had befallen all of them in one way or another. In truth, they all wanted to let the Hebrews leave; however, their ruler was stubborn and unwilling.
Suddenly he felt an uncontrollable rage welling up within him: "And now you're telling me you're going to cast locust across all of my land, destroying my crops!? Unless I let your people sacrifice livestock and worship your god?!" His words carried rage. The words 'my crops' further solidified the pharaoh's image as a tyrant.
"I warn you, Ramses!. . ." spoke Moses, before he was quickly interrupted.
"Your people are free to leave," he stated as he motioned his hand in a shooing motion. Internally, he thought to himself, "Was that sudden rage I felt earlier the emotions of the original 'Ramses' or am I being manipulated by an Emotion Path Gu Master?"
As he finished that thought, the air around him began to distort as he was placed in a new, foreign environment.
- Host's Mind, Ant Nest -
He couldn't see anything; however, his nose picked up on a sweet scent approaching his position. There was wind hitting him from multiple directions, implying he was in some sort of catacomb. The ground vibrated under the force of hundreds of footsteps rapidly encroaching upon his position.
He tried to move his body in an attempt to get a better understanding of his situation. However, every movement he made gave him an increasing sense of unease. as realization quickly set in: "I don't have any arms or legs."