[Ultimately it was the voice that spurred him to pull himself together. Memories started to return to him as the flow of power within him was made right.
A battle. The Gnosis. Falling.
He was in danger. He had to keep fighting. That was the only conclusion he could make from the scattered memories. His eyes snapped open with urgency, and with a clean precision his younger self lacked, he summoned his great power to his hand. ]
[But in that moment, he felt a vague nostalgia twist in him, the one before him was familiar. Surely that meant he was an enemy? Or some buffoon of the harbingers? No matter, all it would take was one strike to be rid of him and flee-
But before he could let lose his strike, he froze. It was as though a small, long forgotten, voice screamed out in protest. Don't hurt him!
It was enough of a shock to him to give him pause to reassess the situation. The memories were centuries old, and barely took up a fraction of his lifespan, but they had not faded. No, he was built by the God of Eternity, and thus he was cursed to hold onto each memory, a divine vessel created to transcend the erosion of the mind that gods and ancients both suffered with great age.
That said, with great memory storage came great loading time, and it was taking him some time to place the human, but the hesitance to harm him remained.]
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A battle. The Gnosis. Falling.
He was in danger. He had to keep fighting. That was the only conclusion he could make from the scattered memories. His eyes snapped open with urgency, and with a clean precision his younger self lacked, he summoned his great power to his hand. ]
[But in that moment, he felt a vague nostalgia twist in him, the one before him was familiar. Surely that meant he was an enemy? Or some buffoon of the harbingers? No matter, all it would take was one strike to be rid of him and flee-
But before he could let lose his strike, he froze. It was as though a small, long forgotten, voice screamed out in protest. Don't hurt him!
It was enough of a shock to him to give him pause to reassess the situation. The memories were centuries old, and barely took up a fraction of his lifespan, but they had not faded. No, he was built by the God of Eternity, and thus he was cursed to hold onto each memory, a divine vessel created to transcend the erosion of the mind that gods and ancients both suffered with great age.
That said, with great memory storage came great loading time, and it was taking him some time to place the human, but the hesitance to harm him remained.]
... I know you.