Andar woke up to the scent of herbs and dirt. He was confused for a second before a rush of memory slammed into his mind, and he sat up with a gasp while squeezing his head.
He was on the verge of victory before a spear of flame tore his Spirit Matrix in two, he wished it would have hurt because it would have distracted him from the full weight of his failure.
Andar had a painful thought, perhaps if he was as strong as his main body, he would not have failed.
His mind was in chaos, but the first thing he did was check his Spirit Matrix. It was hard to push into his Mental Space as if an invisible film was blocking him, but with a pop, his Spirit Matrix was revealed to him.
He went still, and he remained like that for a while before releasing the breath he was holding, the pain in his eyes was strong and he fought not to enter that Mental State that made him a computer, whatever he was feeling he would not hide from it.
