... That seems like something you should look into.
[and then
another memory plays!
Pain wracks your body, but still, you struggle to stand. You have to defeat Medea, the warlock with bright red eyes who stands before you. You have to protect the village. You have to save your brother.
She glances at where your brother has fallen. "How pitiful... a warlock tortured to death by the power of corruption. But there is one way. A certain witch can remove his curse."
Immediately, you understand. "If you put it that way... will you remove Hugh's curse if I defeat you?"
"Perhaps... so now, how about putting in a little more effort?"
You let out a swear, frustration coursing through your veins as you launch another attack at her. She easily fends it off.
"Oh?" She smirks. "Is this everything you've got? Pathetic."
She blasts her own attack at you, as you cry out in pain and collapse. Get up, you tell yourself. You have to keep fighting.
"If you keep wasting time, your brother will die."
"....."
"You're weak! How can you hope to change your fate with so little power?"
"Damn it..."
She isn't wrong. This is everything you have, and it's still not enough. And so, despite knowing you shouldn't, a part of you can't help but lament. (If only I could also control the power of corruption...)
And then, it's as if you're in a dream. In the recesses of your mind, your blood—a voice echoes.
I have heeded your call. Answer me. Why do you seek power?
(I... I want the power to change my own destiny.)
Change your destiny? A good answer. Feel my power running through you then, o he who tries to change his destiny.
Whether you can master it, or whether you are consumed by it... all is up to you now. You are now—
—capable of deciding your own fate.
With that, a surge of emotions rushes through you. Anger, hate, sorrow... they assail you as if you're in a waking nightmare. Crying for vengeance, bloody justice; gushing into your heart; compelling you to destroy everything you set your eyes on. If you let your guard down for even a moment, they'll take a hold of you—
it's sibling issues up the wazoo here, apparently.]
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[and then
another memory plays!
Pain wracks your body, but still, you struggle to stand. You have to defeat Medea, the warlock with bright red eyes who stands before you. You have to protect the village. You have to save your brother.
She glances at where your brother has fallen. "How pitiful... a warlock tortured to death by the power of corruption. But there is one way. A certain witch can remove his curse."
Immediately, you understand. "If you put it that way... will you remove Hugh's curse if I defeat you?"
"Perhaps... so now, how about putting in a little more effort?"
You let out a swear, frustration coursing through your veins as you launch another attack at her. She easily fends it off.
"Oh?" She smirks. "Is this everything you've got? Pathetic."
She blasts her own attack at you, as you cry out in pain and collapse. Get up, you tell yourself. You have to keep fighting.
"If you keep wasting time, your brother will die."
"....."
"You're weak! How can you hope to change your fate with so little power?"
"Damn it..."
She isn't wrong. This is everything you have, and it's still not enough. And so, despite knowing you shouldn't, a part of you can't help but lament. (If only I could also control the power of corruption...)
And then, it's as if you're in a dream. In the recesses of your mind, your blood—a voice echoes.
I have heeded your call. Answer me. Why do you seek power?
(I... I want the power to change my own destiny.)
Change your destiny? A good answer. Feel my power running through you then, o he who tries to change his destiny.
Whether you can master it, or whether you are consumed by it... all is up to you now. You are now—
—capable of deciding your own fate.
With that, a surge of emotions rushes through you. Anger, hate, sorrow... they assail you as if you're in a waking nightmare. Crying for vengeance, bloody justice; gushing into your heart; compelling you to destroy everything you set your eyes on. If you let your guard down for even a moment, they'll take a hold of you—
it's sibling issues up the wazoo here, apparently.]