---CHAPTER 3---
Bruce stared at the jar as if it were a target. Fully understanding the situation on the ground, he closed his eyes to take it all in. Like an echo, he re-heard Shadow's question, "Are you in?" It hit him like a wave.
Taking a deep breath, he gave a faint smirk as he answered Shadow. "Yes," he whispered with determination as his fingers were just centimeters away from the jar. As Bruce made his first contact with the jar, he felt his destiny unfold in his sweaty palm. Warmth flooded his veins like liquid starlight. The floating jar felt so heavy it took Bruce's two hands to take hold of it. Bruce's eyes twitched as he soon saw a vision.
Memories that weren't his flashed before his eyes as he witnessed conflicts he never knew of. Screams and wails from different timelines rushed in. He heard echoes of sorcerers mixed with different dimensions summoning something beyond words. Among those dimensions, he saw a view of Grõn-Comëniå. The impending doom of defeat from something beyond galaxies. Minor flashes like the cosmos shattering, oceans boiling, and islands surpassing Grõn-Comëniå's sinking like sand were no exception.
Those and more rushed in, overwhelming Bruice before he heard a familiar voice. It sounded just like his mom's. The voice yelled "Bruice!" Bruice responded as tears ran down his face. Flashbacks came in the form as visions as he remembered the sweet times he had with his mother before her sudden disappearance when he was just two years old.
At this point, visions of his past joined the party as he saw every single activity he had with his mom. With a happy-sorrowful heart, he attempted to talk to her, but she couldn't seem to hear him. It was like a holographic video message. Her face looked traumatized and battered, leaving her like a soul about to die on a war front.
Realizing she couldn't hear him, he kept quiet, willing to hear what she had to say. It wasn't as clear as the rest of the visions, so all he could grasp from her message were "Bruce... Bruce, he.... just left here, there's no time... he's coming." It was a vivid message but it was enough to warn Bruce. Filled with emotions, Bruce broke down with a bleeding heart before hearing Shadow wisper, "new skill unlocked," as the visions faded out, my goodness!
Bruce woke up to the noise of pedestrians, finding himself lying on the ground beside the space the tent occupied. As he reached for the watch on his hand, he was utterly shocked when he saw what occupied it: a familiar-looking jar. Not just any jar, it was the jar of knowledge and wisdom, the very same one Bruce had made contact with, now on one hand. He was left bewildered by this discovery and took some time to recollect everything that happened. Afterward, he stood up and dusted himself off.
Checking the time—for real this time—it was 6:45 p.m. again. Unsurprised, Bruce saw it as another day at work as he walked home, reflecting on everything. New questions arose. "What did Shadow mean by 'new skill unlocked'? What did my mom mean by 'he's coming'? Could that really be my mom? Could my mom still be alive?" he couldn't help but ask himself.
He got home to the rare sight of his father sitting right there on the couch. The rarity wasn't seeing his father on the couch, no no no, it was the fact that his dad got home first, as his dad usually arrives late.
As Bruce got ready to hit the hay, some strange phenomenon occurred. Bruce, being asleep , had no idea. Right over his family house's rooftop , a storm was seen emerging, blasting out dark rainbow colors. A low rumble was heard as a great pulse of light beamed on the family's yard. As a figure stepped through it., whatever it was , whatever it may be something or someone had just arrived , and it was searching for Bruce. The night roled away as day light slapped the face of every roof, tree and mountain that dare stand in her way. The question still remained, who was that figure? Could it be....? na no way.
Bruce kicked-off his day differently today. You see, weeks had passed without seeing Shadow. Not that he didn't go but the tent wasn't there. At some point Bruce got scared, "what if something bad had happened to him?" Bruce asked hiself. He didn't let that pull him down though. Within those weeks Bruce kept understanding the mystery of the jar and later understood the jar was invisible to the sight of everyone except his so he carried it everywhere he went. He hadn't unlock the full power of the jar but he wouldn't stop either. He later went on to Búsè street to check on Shadow and the tent for some answers hoping to meet Shadow. He hadn't realized the figure followed him and somehow no one realised a crack in the sky, not even the figure following Bruce. Something wasn't right.