Familiarity In The Unfamiliar

Satoshi blinked, his mind sluggish as he stared up at the monument towering over him. The man, carved from stone, stood in a commanding T-pose, his eyes cast toward the sky, as if challenging the heavens themselves. Around him were figures—shadows of creatures, summoned beings, swirling like protective sentinels around their master. There was something eerily familiar about it. The way the man stood, how the summons seemed ready to defend him at any moment.

A shiver ran down Satoshi's spine, a faint tug pulling at his mind. He didn't need to guess—he knew.

"It's... me," he whispered, his voice barely audible as it mixed with the wind. The monument was a tribute, a massive stone homage to his victory, his final stand against the World Eater. His own face, chiseled into immortality, looked back at him with cold determination.

"What the... what on earth?"