The goblin's eyes lit up.
"Indeed, you do possess a power! But I also see the influences of other powers upon you. There."
He gestured at the streaks of color on the talent detector. Did these things really mean something?
"So...the talent of the apocalypse, along with..." he showed a surprised face, "powers acting upon you particularly strongly. Those of dream, nightmare, and hyper-analysis."
"The power of the apocalypse? How so?" Rargnes quickly asked.
"Oh! Don't worry about it. There are several meanings to apocalypse," the goblin explained. "At its origin, the term means 'revelation,' but it changed because it was mainly used to tell about the future and catastrophes. The awakening of the king in mythology often implies accumulating all energies, and thus an odious cannibalistic tyrant sets out on this objective."
"And the other powers?" asked Rargnes, thinking of the names of the powers that were revealed as similar to those of the classes he could have chosen and which were particularly strong. "The power of dream and nightmare and the other one? What do they do?"
"That, I cannot know without having studied them. I can only tell you yours, which does indeed allow you to have revelations."
'So it's not the fault of my power?'
Then, it wasn't his fault if he lacked control.
"What power is the source of my problem for you?"
The goblin mage shrugged.
"It would seem to be the power of nightmare. However, I noticed a relatively weak trace of the power of hyper-analysis - barely half of what I had seen before."
"Is that common?"
"I wouldn't say so; I'm not used to studying people with powers to my regret - only, after learning of their existence, I tested their influence on others and noticed no effect on ordinary people."
"And can you do something about it then?"
"Hmmm...it seems complicated. I haven't exactly understood your power nor the part you wish sealed - because it doesn't seem to me that anyone of good taste would say no to a power - and I don't know the influence of these external powers on you. Maybe if I analyzed you, together with the power of analysis, then maybe..."
The alcohol that hadn't completely worn off made him show his disappointment.
'The commander will never accept it, or he will lead you down the wrong path.'
"But you know," said the goblin mage, "sometimes we don't get what we hope for but what we need; in the same way, maybe your ailment doesn't come from your power but from an external factor."
"Have you seen similar cases from the destruction of a wasteland?"
"Unfortunately, I have not lived long enough to observe the destruction of a wasteland from a previous era - I doubt any human would be capable of it, not to mention the short lifespan of goblins."
The goblin mage in front of him did not seem to be in his old age, however - how had he mastered all these skills?
"Would you like to tell me your symptoms, then? There are several possible diseases when one changes environments."
Rargnes ended up revealing them to him.
"Intriguing," replied the goblin mage. "Well, maybe we can do something about your power, and we'll see if it has an effect on your ailments."
The goblin mage called for an exorcist colleague. The exorcist engraved a series of symbols in an unknown language on a piece of beast skin that the mage infused with power. Then, he handed it to him.
"Put it around your waist."
"Do you feel an effect?"
"No."The goblins discussed in a hushed tone. Then they turned to him.
"It's normal; more is needed. So relax: magic cures always work."
Rargnes repeatedly drank vials of magic while the goblin exorcist continually recited words and engraved beast skins that he taped to different parts of Rargnes' body, who noticed that his energy currents were partially obstructed.
"Oh! That's a good sign!"
Rargnes didn't understand anything about the scene that followed, only that in the end, while his face was calming, the exorcist positioned the last amulets, which connected and disappeared in a blue light that enveloped him.
"You sealed it?" asked Rargnes.
"Not entirely, but we sealed a part of your ailments. I won't tell you that you won't have these visions anymore, but they should be less frequent and weaker."
This reassured a stressed Rargnes, who would not have believed them if they had resolved his problem instantly and without difficulty. That'd have shown his own uselessness.
He thanked them passionately before closing the door and announcing to his team that he could resume his mission.