Rising Conflict

Silva spent the remainder of the night staring at the box that the figure had given to him while the clone tortured the two men till daybreak.

The clone drove them to the brink of insanity and back multiple times, healing them after every time and making sure they were at peak condition before he started again.

'What is going on? What direction am I supposed to go? There is so much to do, so much to find out, and the map to follow.

I thought this would be a simple task of helping a goddess, but every day a new discovery comes to me, a different opponent, a different line to follow.

What do I even do? How do I even get through this all? Will I survive at all?' Silva asked himself as he sat there. What was it that he was to do? He could tell there was a bigger game at play here, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.