Erebus slumped backwards, rubbing his eyes to ensure he was not imagining things.
After everything he had read and witnessed today, it wouldn't be surprising if he lost some semblance of his sanity.
However, no matter how much he rubbed and thought, he could still see the figure. The wall it manifested from was now back to normal as if everything was just a figment of his imagination and the figure was always there… watching.
Erebus started laughing maniacally.
"I can't believe it… So you were real the whole time? Then, was it really you who healed me? The one who gave me this god-like power?"
Years had ravaged Erebus. His fifty-one-year-old body, marked by experiments and drugs, bore the brunt of his neglect. Wrinkles etched his face, and shadows haunted his eyes. In stark contrast, the figure stood ageless, a monument to immortality.
