VMMMM!
The physical floor of the East Basement vanished beneath him.
The cold stone air disappeared and the damp smell of the academy faded into nothing.
The magic dissolved the present world and dragged his consciousness backward.
The new world smelled like iron and burnt meat.
Raziel opened his eyes.
The first thing he felt was the sticky floor.
He did not watch a memory from a distance.
He lived it again.
He occupied his own body from the very first cycle.
He tried to get up and his hand slipped on the wet stone.
He looked at his fingers and the scream got stuck in his throat.
Thick blood covered the sacred tiles of the cathedral.
He wore a white novice robe soaked in fresh blood.
He possessed zero gold and black Umbral energy inside his chest.
He had no System interface and no Paragon light.
"Mmm… I thought the Clerics' drop rate would be higher. What a scam!"
The voice sounded sweet and way too calm for a slaughterhouse.
