I looked around.
All around me where forms of myself, their hair still the shade of white I had before and eyes just as purple.
Except.
Injuries incomparable to what had ever come on my riddled their bodies. While some just had the same missing finger, many others lacked entire limbs. Wounds and scars covered their form from top to bottom.
But it wasn't the wounds that felt strange. Not at all.
It were their eyes.
All of their eyes were hollow, a sign of what could have… what would have happened…
Quite a few them seemed completely broken in the head too, a few laughed while another kept taking names over and over as if casting a curse.
[How do you like the present, Protector?]
"Foolish."
[Ah, don't think you'll be safe because they are you. All of them perceive you as their greatest enemy, at least in this space.]
A grin spread over my lips.
[I'll stop bothering you, enjoy dying, protector.]
