inhale.
the story began again, garbled.
Matrue stood alone in a vast plane.
Matrue had an itch.
Armed with his Emjon crystal, he felt sure he could handle any foe.
Every video game he had ever played, every movie he had ever watched, every book he had ever read, every sort of ability he could even imagine was at his disposal
nowhere, a group of three warriors descended upon him
Please, somebody join.
Every video game he had ever played, every movie he had ever watched, every book he had ever read, every sort of ability he could even imagine was at his disposal
It was drawn by the crystal.
Matrue could feel his chest burning
"It ends here. And so quickly...."
Matrue looked to his left to see the crystal--having reverted to its original state--merely an inch from his hungry fingers
inhale.
the story began again, garbled.