Spirit

Glowing markings nearly consumed my skin as my consciousness unraveled all the knowledge held by the Heart.

I had become its successor.

The time I spent within its memories had served as my preparation to take over. I was no longer a Guardian, but neither was I a Monarch. I refused.

Visions began to settle in my mind, yet the voices continued to echo in my ears. I felt my consciousness returning to my body, and only then did the exhaustion hit me. Perhaps I could rest for a while.

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Hundred thousand years had passed within Hermes, and at last, my people and I began to sense signs of her return. The Land of Hermes had fully settled in its rightful place within Astralyth, and the mana that shielded us from foreign contact had started to fade. The speed of the time had evidently become slower, adjusting itself to the order of the whole Astralyth.