Archimedes affirmed a terrifying truth as he had been out of it for a whole day, his mind coming to as he found himself on a soft bedding made from the feathers of a dead Phoenix, the visage of Lacana snuggled up beside him while covered by a seam of feathers as she slept peacefully.
On the bedding, he raised his stellar obsidian hands to look at himself as at this time, he felt a sense of disconnect.
As if he knew this body wasn't his, and that it was very real somewhere else entirely.
His eyes became unbearably cold at such a distinction!
Years continued to pass after Archimedes confirmed the state of things, and the war reached a critical juncture.
On a certain day.
10 years into the Megalos War against Nihilos.
In a region of white, gray flames burned all around as massive winged Nematodes led by titanic Nihilos Poxviridae faced the armies of the Great Instrument of the Beyonder.
