I couldn’t move.
My eyes stayed locked on the artifact resting on my shelf. It looked ordinary again, as if nothing had happened. The blue light was gone, and the strange feeling in the room had disappeared with it.
I slowly backed away from it. “No…”
I shook my head.
“That wasn’t real.”
It had to be a dream. It had to be.
I had taken too many hits from Deucalion. Maybe I had imagined everything while I was unconscious.
I looked at the artifact again.
The image of that battlefield flashed through my mind. Fire. Blood. Bodies covering the ground. Then… me. Or at least someone who looked exactly like me.
My breathing became uneven.
I walked back to the shelf and picked up the artifact with both hands, hoping it'll show me again but nothing happened.
I turned it over. Still nothing
