This feeling is familiar. The last time he'd been here in the realm of reality, he had felt as though the doors had begun to close on him. Grounded, in more ways than one. Yet, without the fresh heat of humiliation to fuel another outburst, he finds himself standing rather dispassionately in the middle of it all. He doesn't understand the point Chroma is trying to make.
And then, the same voice from before: You who thirst for power . . . Call to me . . . It echoes in the chamber, calling without answering.
Not knowing what to feel, Berkut scoffs.]
Is that what this is? Am I to relive the moment before I was spirited away to Chroma?
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This feeling is familiar. The last time he'd been here in the realm of reality, he had felt as though the doors had begun to close on him. Grounded, in more ways than one. Yet, without the fresh heat of humiliation to fuel another outburst, he finds himself standing rather dispassionately in the middle of it all. He doesn't understand the point Chroma is trying to make.
And then, the same voice from before: You who thirst for power . . . Call to me . . . It echoes in the chamber, calling without answering.
Not knowing what to feel, Berkut scoffs.]
Is that what this is? Am I to relive the moment before I was spirited away to Chroma?