Visions of his time fused with Megna, his days as the enigmatic Dark Cedric, flashed before his eyes in a whirlwind of vivid dreams and recent memories. The sensations felt so real that he could almost taste the crackling energy of powerful magic in the air and smell the musty scent of ancient tomes. The memories were still fresh, as if he had just experienced them moments ago.
In his mind's eye, he saw the battles he fought as Dark Cedric, wielding forbidden spells that defied the laws of nature. He recalled the surge of power he felt coursing through his veins, the weight of knowledge and raw mana mingling in a potent dance. The echoes of sinister laughter and desperate cries reverberated in his ears, a haunting symphony of his past.
