Atlantic Rim (I): A Direction
When I logged back in it was to a familiar ceiling, and it wasn't to my room on the Acheron, but rather it was to the villain was given during my time as a chosen for the trial. Which means for all intents and purposes, we were back on Patmos, nestled safely with the massive branches of the tree of Revelations. It didn't make sense to me, cause I wasn't really sure how we got back here.
I got up from my bed, I had to curse and lay back down almost immediately as the room seemed to shift from side to side, 'Nausea in a virtual reality game? This keeps getting better and better'. I held my breath for a little while and waited for my vision to refocus itself, the first thing I noticed though was a sleeping Qitar, the green skinned woman seemed to have been keeping watch over me and fell asleep in the process. She must have been here long.