Phoenix Whip
The blessing ends. No, rather, it's just like someone turned off the player.
The voice changes again, there is a negligent irony studied in it now. A cruel reluctance:
"Both questions are the same for you. As in reality, you can't answer any of them. To be a Whip, you are a fascinating anomaly. We will see how you react to the truth that will open before you. Perhaps you will even retain your sanity That would be impressive."
There is a lack of enthusiasm in the voice, almost as if it were yawning, makes me feel strange. As if beyond all that I think I am; there is another layer, which is screaming out of pure hatred for the voice. I don't know how long it's been since the voice has spoken.
As if not a moment had passed, the voice returns with exactly the same tone.
"I'm going to give you a choice between recovering all your senses at once and facing the truth. Or go little by little, step by step, through the process. Whatever you choose is going to be fun for me; although something tells me that for you it won't be that much."
The evil laugh echoes in your ears, almost as if the voice is the only thing that exists.
The voice changes again, there is a negligent irony studied in it now. A cruel reluctance:
"Both questions are the same for you. As in reality, you can't answer any of them. To be a Whip, you are a fascinating anomaly. We will see how you react to the truth that will open before you. Perhaps you will even retain your sanity That would be impressive."
There is a lack of enthusiasm in the voice, almost as if it were yawning, makes me feel strange. As if beyond all that I think I am; there is another layer, which is screaming out of pure hatred for the voice. I don't know how long it's been since the voice has spoken.
As if not a moment had passed, the voice returns with exactly the same tone.
"I'm going to give you a choice between recovering all your senses at once and facing the truth. Or go little by little, step by step, through the process. Whatever you choose is going to be fun for me; although something tells me that for you it won't be that much."
The evil laugh echoes in your ears, almost as if the voice is the only thing that exists.