Lucius walked home, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. He had never given it much thought before, but his first trial didn't feel like an illusion—it felt real. And then there was the fight with the Zyronox, his worst nightmare come to life... he couldn't understand why it felt… forced on him and brutal.
If it hadn't been for the Shade Crystal, he would've been dead. There was no doubt about it. He wouldn't have just gotten lost in the Ethersphere—he would have died.
"Is it just me, or does the Ethersphere have it out for me?" he thought bitterly, frowning. "Does it want me dead?"
He shook his head, frustrated. The mentors had nothing useful to say. They seemed completely clueless.
"I really need to figure this out myself. There has to be a reason why I'm different from everyone else. Why me, when I'm nothing special?"
No answers came to him.
