Found his purpose
[We meet again.]
A voice sounded in Ossa's ethereal ears, the darkness of his fading consciousness clearing up as he woke up in a familiar environment—his mind's world, the blue sky still canopied the black abyss.
"You again," he retorted, recognizing who had called him here. His past self, who seemed to want trouble for him.
"My past is no more. Can't you just let me be? You might be me, but that does not give you the right to stalk me all the time," Ossa's voice echoed in his mind's world, a response quickly following after his words.
[I am you, not past or future or even present. I am just you, and I am not stalking you. We need to break free from this curse. Exitium is near,] the voice said, urgency in its tone.
It continued, [It wasn't by chance that I awoke now. You need to prepare for Exitium. It's less than three years from now.]