A strange voice lingered throughout the air, "A strange place this is."
Wrock groggily came to his senses, "What?"
"A world built upon fragments of stored memories. As if they were trying to hide?"
His vision was blurry, Wrock couldn't quite understand what was going on.
The voice finished, "This measly authority is trying to push me away too."
Wrock's vision began to clear and he spotted something that made his heart pause. Immediately he lowered his head and placed it against the ground, "I didn't mean to look upon you."
"You've already seen me before Wrock. You've already earned the right."
Wrock slowly raised his head, "Thank you."
"Now this place, it gave you this strange vessel that was capable of wielding Spirit. With it you refined your soul further."
"Does this displease you?"
"The contrary. If I knew such a place existed before maybe I wouldn't have needed to bother with your clan."
Wrock's body twitched.
