Vince work up feeling a little bit dizzy , wondering exactly why he was sleeping in the middle of the forest. He remembered he came here following light from some orb and now it was gone . The darkness made him realise it was actually already evening since he couldn't even get a clear glimpse of the kaleidoscopic rays . The forest having such a thick canopy made it darker and creepier than it was supposed to ever be .
He had not taken much time to examine his surrounding when he was coming here but now he realised it was creepier and as scary as Nigeria's evil forest . "It all probably in my head , right .'" he spoke to himself . At this moment several pairs of silver shiny dots which kept growing larger or probably coming closer .
"Did the orb probably separate into several orbs , aah but why the sounds,"still talking to himself
"Run you dumb ass"
Vince had already realized these should be beasts approaching but he was of a conviction that they might not be until a voice in his head told him to run for his dear life .He took off as fast as he could, heart pounding like a drum.
The air was now thicker compared to the afternoon, and a scent of dump earth but the musky stench was trailing just behind. He could hear the guttural snarls and the snap of twigs under heavy ,clawed feet. "The faster I run , the more alive I can stay " his adrenaline was now peaking, instead of slowing down his speed just increased and soon he was past his usual training area and out of the danger into the nearby town .
He could now get some rest and reminiscence what had actually happened. That's when he was struck by a realization what were chasing him , they actually stopped when he reached the lighter part of the forest . Maybe they're just afraid of the light but wait .. they had not even ever attacked people in the night for the time he had spent here .
Who cares provided aunt is safe? The next question was why was he sleeping. He tried re-countering what real happened when he touched the orb . It reminded him of his dad .
One time when he asked him about how it feels to have an ability, his dad had put one hand on his back , and he felt energy flow through his body . As a kid he felt like he could carry the globe . He had experienced the same thing again though this time it was much more intense.
He remembered.....
As his fingertips brushed the orb, a jolt like lightning seared through him, locking his muscles in place . His vision blurred , then sharpened into a kaleidoscope of fractured images . He found himself suspended in an endless expanse, a cosmos untethered from reality. The surrounding was filled with terrifying tapestry of cosmic chaos. Stars burning with hues, some exploding into supernovas, other collapsing into blackholes. The space around him was not empty but alive .
Power flooded him , raw and untamed energy that felt like fire and ice warring in his chest . In the distance, ha saw a massive figure a silhouette it's form indistinct yet oppressive, towering over a churning abyss of crimson and black mist . It's eyes twin furnaces of molten reality , radiating anger that feels both personal and eternal . The ground beneath him which was a shifting mosaic cracked and shattered like glass in a Final Destination movie . As he fell into the endless abyss, the shattered pieces reflected fractured glimpses of worlds with civilizations he had no idea about - men in war against each other, - machines devouring ashchoked ruins , shadowed temples of forgotten gods, destruction of all.
He then entered a darkness and that's when he woke up . ' That was supposed to be a few minutes why did I wake up when it's already this late? ' , 'Where did the orb go?'
Unbest known to him the orb had shattered into thousands of fragments of light bound by reality and then dissolved into his skin throwing him down because of the sheer force and the pain the woke him up.
"Whatever afterall I have survived being, eaten alive . That was indeed a wrong turn ." he said to himself as he put everything to back of his head. He tried to dismiss it as a dream which could have probably come from sleeping in the middle of a forest full of dangerous beasts as the local stories always had it .Yet even while in there no monster dared to attack him until he work . Did these monsters have honor among them that they don't attack when he is down , only if Brok Lesner would copy from them just that.
As he passed through, the lit street to his home , lost in thought, "Move you dumbass" a driver in a vehicle shouted at him making him dart left to avoid being knocked down .
This triggered his anger , who dares call him 'dumbass' then he remembered this was the second time he got insulted using the same word , though he did not see the first person he still remembered that voice telling him to run as though that person's very own survival depended on him . 'I guess I need to rest , ' he thought to himself and added speed to reach home early .