Unraveling the Threads of A Cosmic Catastrophe
The moment that I closed my eyes, they were ripped back open. Pressure like I had never felt before crushed me to the ground which was a rock floating in the astral sea. I had figured that something like this would happen, but I didn't care.
"What do you think that you have done?" Truth asked me in a flat voice, his voice coming from all angles.
"The only thing that I could think of. I actually have to thank you for this," I replied as I slowly forced myself off the ground. The pressure intensified, but I refused to be beaten by this deceptive entity.
"Thank me?" Truth sounded surprised, and though I couldn't see him, I imagined the smokey figure confused. It was a nice thought.
"If you had never sent me into that memory, I never would have thought to make a pact with the Queen," I responded with as much daring as possible through the crushing pressure.