Crown over the head

The pain return again.

Alastor winced and stooped. Images flashing back and forth in his mind, unknown origins for him and then, they became blank, but he felt that the images are familiar. Somewhat, despite the pain, he felt a warm wrapped his heart. And the warm feeling didn’t subsided, instead it helps him desist the pain.

There’s a gasped. Alastor eyes turns white. The mercenary break through.

He felt new, reborn as if he found clarity despite the chaos he felt inside. The transition felt a revelation, but to what? He doesn’t know, but whatever it is, he felt thriving.

Alastor stood. His mind cleared from the pain and the twitch of agony. His eyes studying the environment. He can see a wave of maroon and blue energy all around, even the monsters and animals alike has the same pattern as well. What more intriguing is that his senses sharpened, from distance he could hear the birds chirping, the strife between the monsters, and a cry from a woman?