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VoC: B1 — 8. Fractured Echoes
🕑 Added 2025-06-25 23:08:43 +0000 UTCPoV:
1. Sophia (Our Monster GF!)
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Silver light danced across the cavern ceiling like scattered stars, each phosphorescent mote a tiny universe pulsing with alien life. Sophia drifted in the warm currents of Floor 8’s depths, rare moments of clarity catching her mind as if filtered through a kaleidoscope of broken memories.
Her form shifted between fauna, testing and morphing to find the best lure for her prey. Often, during those moments of lucidity, she found herself cradled by water that tasted of copper, dreams, and something darker—returning to that victory, painted in shades of green blood.
An achievement, next to the tiny prey she’d sampled within the rivers. They weren’t enough… The fish weren’t nearly enough.
It wasn’t even the meat, it was what it brought her.
Strength. Power. Growth.
Hunger pulsed, yet the bloom toad’s life still felt wet, coated against her tongue. It was metallic and bitter…sustaining. It was that moment that brought back her humanity the most.
Sophia’s vision peeled back—caught between Floor 8 and 9—as if scattered light through porous membranes, showing the phosphorescent gardens she’d wandered into. The mix of underwater mystery and fungal nightmare swayed in currents that carried whispers of insidious intent.
Bioluminescent jellies pirouetting in slow spirals around her, dancers in some subaqueous cathedral, breach to the unknown. Their translucent bells of organic life caught light that had never known the sun, refracting the self-created brilliance into patterns that hurt to look at directly—a mental attack attempting to draw her in.
Danger… I’m not strong enough.
Stronger.
I need to get stronger…
I killed it. I remember.
I killed things…
Monsters.
I’m a monster.
The thought surfaced through consciousness thick as honey, sweet, golden, and wrong. It was wrong. It was right… It was survival.
The hunger that lived in her bones said to avoid going further into the temple. The hunger said it was right to surface and feed. It was natural. What she was meant to do.
Evolve.
Break free.
Spread her territory.
Is it…good to kill?
It’s good to survive.
Yes…
Yes, it is good to kill.
To feed.
To grow.
To see…him again.
But even as the acceptance formed, fragments of memory drifted through her mind like the bubbles she breathed, rising to the surface. The taste. The cracking of bone and shower of liquid emerald that bathed her. The way the toad’s eyes had dimmed as life fled from them, like a tide pulling away from shore.
That’s my purpose.
I am the tide…
My environment grows with me…
Or I am replaced by my environment.
Fight.
I’m meant to fight for something greater.
For the whole…
For the Core.
The word surfaced through consciousness thick as ink, followed by sensations that might have been impulses delivered through cloudy dreams.
Descend. Kill. Ascend.
The thoughts came in waves as she pushed herself down in a contradictory rise into Floor 8. Once again, it was time to hunt.
The bioluminescent fish no longer scattered as her slow-moving, seaweed-like body approached. Instead, they watched from calculated distances, their movements too coordinated to be natural. Schools that should have been feeding hung motionless in the water, their compound eyes tracking her passage with predatory patience.
But it was the silence that truly unsettled her.
Where before the swamplands had thrummed with the constant chorus of bloom toads—their deep-throated calls echoing across the phosphorescent pools like some primal opera—now there was only the whisper of water moving through stone.
Her kills had triggered something.
An immune response from the Floor itself.
The silence of predators lying in wait, recognizing something had invaded it that didn’t belong. She belonged to the Dungeon…but not any singular Floor, and that was the contradiction. That was their fear.
A transcendent predator had entered their home.
She flowed through the passages with newfound caution. Her form rippled like liquid shadow as she morphed to each change in her environment, seeking the familiar hunting grounds where she’d claimed her first victory.
The grove of fungal towers where she’d fed should have been teeming with scavengers fighting over the remains. Instead, it was empty, scoured clean of blood and bone. Even the smallest creatures—the luminescent worms that usually fed on carrion—were nowhere to be seen.
I guess that’s why I have [Pocket Dimension]...
Free meat doesn’t rot down here.
Time to blend in…
Morphing between fungi, each new transformation pulled her deeper into a warm darkness where questions had no answers and answers needed no questions.
Tiny mushroom monsters crept about—Level 1, scavengers hardly worth her time. Some Level 1s gave a decent chunk of EXP, like 20, that would be multiplied by her Title and whatever other hidden values came with the Dungeon. These, though? Literally 0.5 EXP.
Not worth it with how they scattered.
Where are the bigger prey?
Her slow hunt soon came upon a trail, sticky with spores of some kind—living things that had died along a path of sickly honey slime.
Something new! she mused to herself, rolling forward as a spiky shroom ball to slide her tongue over it.
[D-tier Paralasis] hit her and was instantly neutralized.
Very smart… Laying trails of toxic slime in your wake to capture prey?
This is different than the toads. They aren’t avoiding me…but this thing…
Time to investigate.
I’m getting hungry…
Yet, in that moment, somewhere in the depths of that golden haze, the creature left triggered fragments of another life that drifted like debris from a shipwreck.
Rain on windows... Laughter. Coffee steam. Hands that held hers like she was made of glass and starlight in the night.
Damon…
The name struck like lightning, bringing a moment of perfect clarity before the smog of instinct enshrined her caged mind. It hurt as if she were swallowing broken glass, tongue rubbing against the rough edges to draw black ichor, which fell down her many eyes to mix with the slime.
Dead eyes. Police lights. His face was twisted with the metal, red, painting his face.
“Nothing shines a halo like a funeral… Abandoned, like a wish you threw into the well.”
Words floating to the surface, musical needles sinking into her heart.
“Blood for stone, a heart left out in the cold, alone. A soul only God knows. Like a ghost, I followed you into nothing…nothing… Where did you go?”
Damon… Where did you go?
Time moved strangely as she followed the divide in her heart, between waking and sleeping, between human and monster. She moved, consciousness drifting in and out like tide against an uncertain shore.
The hunger was there—always there—but muted now. Like the radio playing in another world, drawing her into his hazel eyes, his humming tune beneath her awareness.
“I’ve got a bad feeling, but I’ll never tell…
“This won’t end well.
“Just close your eyes and get back on the carousel…
“You’re selling our—”
Damon, where did you go…
The question came with the taste of guilt, sharp as bile. Something about secrets. Something about a brown paper bag, the weight of decisions that felt heavier than this new world… So much heavier than this brutal world.
What did I hide from you, Damon?
Abandoned, like a wish, I threw into the well…
Damon… What did I do?
Are you happy now?
Just close my eyes and get back on the carousel.
I can’t tell him…
I have to. But…
I can’t.
Am I happy now?
The memory slipped away as the world shook around her, drawing her out of the abyssal spiral she’d entered. A quiver ran through her spine. One word infused into her very bones:
Danger.
In her fractured, mental fog, she’d entered a new environment, green acidic pools, surrounding a giant temple of some kind—the front gate to Floor 9. She’d slipped through hidden breaches to get into this Floor, but this was the true divide—the front gate.
Then, she saw something—something that had been born before her.
One who could take her place…
A horror of the deep.
It rose from the abyssal depths like a fever dream given form, like something evolution had started and then abandoned in existential horror. The creature was a marriage of kingdoms—plant and animal, beauty and nightmare—woven together in patterns that violated every natural law she’d ever known.
Writhing appendages that ended in mouths filled with diamond, needle teeth. A central trunk pulsing with sickly-yellow light, spores drifting in lazy clouds that killed everything they touched. Eyes—hundreds of them—clustered like malignant fruit, burning with dominance.
The Floor Guardian.
Level 8 Boss Type.
The Toxic Sovereign.
Reality became fragments—pressure, pain, the sensation of stone exploding around her. She was moving but not choosing to move, fighting but not deciding to fight.
The world tilted.
It noticed me. How?
But the question came from somewhere far away, muffled by instincts that had taken control of her alien flesh.
Its [Sovereign’s Eye] hit her vision, drawing her into its mental demands to submit.
[Strong Spirit: Activated.]
[Indomitable Will: Activated.]
[Sovereign’s Eye: Failed.]
Those cluster-eyes assessed her Level 3 form with an intensity she hadn’t expected, the way a human might examine a hornet. She could feel the calculations it made:
Foreign to the Floor.
Fledgling Raid Boss.
Competition.
One massive appendage lashed out through the water like a striking serpent, moving with speed that belied its enormous size.
Immediately, [Feral Instincts] surged within her.
A unity of impulses hit her at once.
[Humble Heart: Deactivated.]
[Titan Pride: Activated.]
[Dreadnought: Recklessness: Activated.]
[Titanic Growth: Activated.]
[Size and Weight increased by 20%. Constitution and Strength +1.]
[Raid Title Challenged by Toxic Sovereign.]
[Raid Boss Achievement - F-tier: Obtained.]
[1 Feat Points Gained; 6 Available.]
Sophia barely had time to register the attack before it struck her with the force of a collapsing building. The impact drove what passed for breath from her transformed lungs and sent her tumbling through the water in a chaos of bubbles and phosphorescent disruption.
Stone exploded around her as she was driven through a cavern wall like a cannonball. Nearby fissures expanded in the rock, parting like tissue paper. Then another wall, then another, each impact sending shockwaves through her anatomy that reorganized itself around trauma that would have liquefied her human form.
[C-tier Mimicry: Deactivated.]
Somewhere in the tumbling darkness, she felt ribs crack.
Did she have ribs?
Her consciousness fragmented into bright shards of pain and…fury.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Time fractured. Consciousness scattered like light through broken glass as she shed her disguise—spore-like spike ball—becoming metallic wood, giant teeth, and split, barbed tongue.
The last blow hurt. God, it hurt.
Cut out the pain to find the power.
[Base Strength Increased from 29 to 30. Genius.]
[Current Strength with Bonuses: 37. Genius.]
When my back’s against the wall…
[Base Constitution Increased from 20 to 22. Highly Skilled.]
[Current Constitution with Bonuses: 28. Distinguished.]
Vibrating within the mass of stone lying atop her, she inhaled. Rock, crushed mushroom, and debris pulled into [Pocket Dimension].
No mercy.
The world grew smaller, redder, with wrath in her eyes that cut through the dust toward her target.
Damon’s face faded.
Her body exploded into motion before her mind could process it. When awareness returned—if it had ever truly left—she was moving through water thick with green blood. Sweet nectar coated her teeth, slick and foreign.
Nearby, a toad jumped at her, looking for a weakened meal before choking up its own severed tongue. The taste of meat filled her mouth, and somewhere in the chaos of sensation, she felt the familiar surge of life flowing into her new form’s flesh.
Ignoring the weakling, her skin rippled and shifted, revealing the hardened armor beneath her false skin that had taken the bulk of the damage. [Slumbering Titan’s Blood] reared its head with every passing second.
[Unarmored Defense]
Pseudopods erupted from her core like angry serpents, each one tipped with barbs that dripped caustic secretions. Her jaw unhinged—actually unhinged—revealing rows of teeth that telescoped outward in concentric circles of grinding horror.
In the haze—movement.
A tentacle of greenery and flesh shot toward her as a thigh-sized spear.
She screamed.
“I will conquer!”
She launched through crumbling stone, sticky saliva laced with stomach acid and black ichor. Jaws gaping, the spear fed right into her mouth—into [Pocket Dimension]—as she burst through the dust.
Crunch!
Diamond-like teeth snapped together, sweet meat bleeding into her stomach.
[30 seconds of combat passed.]
[Titanic Growth: F-tier → E-tier.]
[Size and Weight increased by 40%. Constitution +1.]
Several more spears surrounded her, flying in from above and below.
[D-tier Perception: Activated. +1 Wisdom.]
[D-tier Shapechange: Activated.]
She touched earth and shot to the side, shifting to a piece of paper—a plane—an odd shape of an aerial machine that materialized in her mind.
It felt like being turned inside out while remaining conscious of every horrible detail. But the pain felt distant now, processed by nerve clusters that belonged to something else, something that wore her consciousness like an ill-fitting coat.
Twisting and using the backdrafts, Sophia’s senses momentarily went totally black. Unlike [Mimicry], [Shapechange] used [Pocket Dimension] to store mass and weight, allowing her to change her entire anatomy. Yet, it also came with its drawbacks.
In this case, total sensory loss to literally become the object.
Weak sensory perception guiding her motion with the air currents carrying her, she acted on [Feral Instincts].
[Shapechange: Deactivated.]
Her mass exploded back into existence as she crashed into the Sovereign’s central trunk, pseudopods wrapping around bark-like flesh in a crushing embrace.
[Grapple: Activated. +2 Strength.]
[Adhesion: Activated.]
Transparent secretions flooded from her skin, bonding her to the creature’s surface like liquid cement. The Sovereign thrashed, a deep vibration—like powerful subwoofers—pounding her frame and mind, screaming hit her consciousness like a battering ram.
[Sovereign’s Dominion: Activated.]
[Strong Spirit: Activated.]
[Indomitable Will: Activated.]
[Sovereign’s Dominion: Failed.]
[60 seconds of combat passed.]
[Titanic Growth: E-tier → D-tier.]
[Size and Weight increased by 75%. Constitution +1.]
Power flooded through her expanding form. Her grip tightened, crushing bark. Sweet sap leaked between her fingers as her mouth peeled back with a savage grin, jaws unhinging to sink deep into its flesh.
Furious at its failure, the creature directed dozens of spear-like limbs her way, thin, leaf-like projectiles spraying out of its overgrowth in all directions, peppering the landscape.
[Bite] severed it before contact.
Green ichor sprayed. The tentacle came free.
[Hyper HP Recovery: Activated.]
[Shapechange] carried her away in the currents, slipping around the limbs in elegant fashion with her internal, manic laughter.
Shift.
Dodge.
Bite.
Tank a hit.
Absorb.
Shift.
Repeat…
She ripped into the Sovereign, time and time again, but it wasn’t long until she realized the problem—it was healing as fast as her. Both their alien flesh knitted back together as they circled each other in the debris-filled water, razor barbs falling from its thrashing brush that stabbed her as if needle rain.
Die or grow!
[90 seconds of combat passed.]
[Titanic Growth: D-tier → C-tier.]
[Titanic Growth: Maxed.]
[Size and Weight increased by 100%. Constitution and Strength +1.]
She was massive now, Strength and Constitution increased by three with just [Titanic Growth], and nearly matched the Floor Boss in raw bulk.
[Titanic Prowess: Activated.]
[Pocket Dimension: Full. 9,000lbs.]
A stroke of intelligence struck her as she twirled high above the monster—vulnerable as a piece of paper, mass compressed. Folded origami unfurling, she expanded in the blink of an eye, titanic jaws unhinging with rabid screeching.
[Pocket Dimension: Opened.]
Its own spear-like projectiles erupted out as if a hail fire of ballista, full of debris and stone she’d absorbed.
The Sovereign recoiled, muscular bark pocked with craters where her makeshift ammunition struck home. Green sap bled from a dozen wounds, but even as she watched, the damage began closing.
How is it healing faster—
Her triumph curdled into disbelief. She’d thrown everything at it—acid, crushing weight, her entire arsenal of absorbed debris. The creature should be dying, should be retreating.
Instead, it was growing.
The Sovereign’s mass expanded before her eyes, new appendages sprouting from wounded sections like malignant flowers. It was then she saw its broken and bleeding vines bathing in the pools of acid and water, absorbing them.
Dammit! It’s invincible here!
Its central trunk thickened, bark hardening into something that looked more like armor than living wood. The Floor Boss’ intelligence behind those clustered eyes burned with something that might have been amusement.
It’s laughing at me!
I’m a Titan. The Dungeon Raid Boss!
My lieutenant is laughing at me!
The reality of it hit her in a carnal instinct, though—in the end, a higher Level than her, and that mattered. And this wasn’t a static system.
If it killed her, it inherited the Raid Boss Title.
[Humble Heart: Activated.]
[Titan Pride: Neutralized.]
The numbers crashed through her consciousness like cold water, feeling caught in a simulation, the world slowing to a crawl.
Is this…a dream? No. This is very real.
Wrapping herself into paper once more, she spun on the rapid wind, twisting and turning on instinct to dodge the deadly leaf storm it whipped into a fury.
It was learning. Fast.
I’m fighting on rage and instinct…but Levels matter.
Power matters.
For all my growth, all my anger and energy…
I’m a newborn, facing a mature Floor Boss…in its own element.
That’s stupid.
I’m stupid!
Think… Think!
5 Intelligence fighting past the haze, she felt something breaking past it—[Strong Spirit] infusing something beyond the number.
Smarter… Smarter!
Her status menu bloomed within her mind, and she acted.
[D-tier Shapechange → C-tier.]
[Feat Points Available: 0.]
[Shapechange: Activated.]
Spiralling into a nose dive, her form began reshaping far above the swamp monster.
Just die already!
Screaming inside as she went from a flimsy plane to compacting into dense stone—a living boulder of crushing weight. Every ounce of her 9,000-pound mass condensed into a single point of devastating potential. Every ounce of mass focused into a single devastating impact.
Everything black.
[Haymaker: Activated.]
[Haymaker: Failed.]
[Cannot use other Feats with Shapechange.]
Really?! Son of a…
Senses reduced to sensory motion.
She fell and…all momentum failed.
Abruptly, she knew what happened—
The Sovereign caught her.
Dozens of thick arms wrapped around her stone form, spikes anchored against the ceiling to counterbalance, absorbing the impact with contempt.
[Shapechange: Deactivated.]
Mid transformation, she felt kinetic force building as it hurled her across the chamber with force that shattered one of the temple walls.
Ramming through it like a cannonball, she spun into proper form, debris flowing around her colossal form as [Sure Footing: Activated.]
She struck the ground, skidding across it as her mouth gaped open, acid, spores, and half-muscle, half-wood fired around her like arrows.
[Pocket Dimension: Opened.]
Mass was drawn in, even as the world exploded around her. But the throw had reset her positioning—too far for grappling, perfect range for its spear attacks.
A forest of tentacles erupted toward her, snaking through the water and earth as if a serpent.
[Pocket Dimension: Closed. 30 Second Cooldown.]
Shit! It has a limit on how much it can be opened?!
[Pseudopod: Activated.]
Her own tongue split into three barbed spears, meeting the assault head-on. Acidic secretions sprayed where flesh collided with flesh. One tentacle pierced her defense, punching through her core mass.
[Bite: Activated.]
Pulling it into her unhinged jaws, paralytic poison injected into its bloodstream, her jaws clamped down on the invasive appendage. Acid and crushing force worked in harmony. The Sovereign’s scream shook the entire chamber, but it was already regenerating, already adapting.
Using all her colossal Strength bonuses, Sophia launched forward.
[Haymaker: Activated.]
She put everything into one devastating blow—9,000 pounds of alien muscle and bone focused into her whole body. Rocketing forward in a ball of pure kinetic force, the sharp ends crumpled under her assault, the impact cratered the Sovereign’s trunk, sending shockwaves through the temple…
The creature barely flinched.
Its roots held.
[Gnawing Hunger: Intensifying.]
I’m running low on energy, even while eating it?!
The Sovereign’s counterattack came as a dozen spears simultaneously. She tried to dodge, tried to defend, but there were too many.
She shifted into paper—
Pain exploded through her consciousness as a tiny barb on a tentacle barely grazed her, doing massive damage to her vulnerable wing—her right side. [Hyper Regeneration] instantly kicked in, but it proved the weakness of this strategy; it struggled against the sheer size of the gash, proportional to her body.
Shit. My fully activated Feats burn through so much stamina…
And in that moment of agony, something shifted in her mind.
Damon’s face flickered back into focus—hazel eyes filled with concern, hands reaching toward her through a memory painted in rain.
A guiding light that sparked reason into her heart.
What am I doing?
I’m losing this—bad!
I can’t die…
Idiot! I can’t die.
Retreat!
I have to run…
The rage that had carried her this far was fading, replaced by something far more human—fear. In that moment, a colossal tendril slammed toward her.
[Shapechange: Activated.]
She shifted into silk moss—a staple of Floor 8.
A thick, spongy bloom of fungal velvet swallowed the brunt of the impact—its fibrous structure absorbing force with an elastic give—but it wasn’t enough.
Black ichor leaked out of the micro-fissures in her frame, the force sending her flying.
She bounced, tumbled, sections broke apart into spores and loose membranes before reforming into a twisted mushroom against a jagged outcrop of stone. Quivers ran through her nerves. Pain. Scars. Fear.
Her acid-covered form attempted to crawl over the natural moss, causing it to sizzle with the rock itself, yet she did not.
[Acid Immunity: Activated.]
Her right side flared with pain, torn and trailing residue like smoke from a wound that hadn’t learned how to close.
A few moments’ delay.
A breath she didn’t earn.
Not enough to fight. Just enough to crawl.
Move. Move!
She clawed at the moss with limbs she no longer recognized as hers—half-soft, half-metallic, jagged, and twitching. Her mind blurred between instinct and memory, between fear and purpose.
“Don’t die. Don’t you dare die…” she hissed, limbs trembling as tremors shook the temple grounds far behind her.
How far? She didn’t know. It didn’t matter.
Damon’s voice echoed—not from the past, but from within. The words weren’t real, but they were true—her own heart written in the symphony of sounds spotting across her fractured mind as if fireflies.
“I spent all my life wondering why,
“Bad luck always comes so easy…”
She fell down the moss, slipping into a river to be carried into its stream.
She drifted through the water like unraveling thread, her body a tapestry frayed at the seams—stitched in breathless agony and dreams that had long since bled of color. Silk moss clung to her as if mourning its fallen kin, fibrous tendrils brushing her broken form with the reverence of a burial shroud.
The current wasn’t fast, but it was absolute.
Light flickered above, fractured and dim. Each glint reminded her of stars, but wrong. They were stretched too thin, caught in currents that bent them into mockeries of heaven. Somewhere beyond that spinning dome, reality roared, but down here, everything moved in lullabies.
Thoughts came unbidden.
“What’s the difference between drowning and dreaming, when all your air is borrowed?”
Tiny bites nibbled her flesh—Level 1—curious things with translucent skin and venomous teeth. They fed in silence, unbothered by the strange power knitting sinew beneath their feast. [Hyper Regeneration] churned quietly, a machine running beneath a cathedral, grinding against bone that had forgotten how to be hers.
Then, it rose like a hand breaking the surface of ink, like breath surfacing beneath glass.
Damon? Is that you…
A flicker. Rain against glass. Fingers against her cheek, light through café windows, a voice humming a tune too gentle for this world.
The lyrics swam beside her. Not remembered—remembering her.
“All this time, I’ve realized…
“The worst things in life are free.
His voice blurred into the water, each note a tether, each syllable a stitch against the unraveling. She mouthed the words again, weaker now—
“But maybe all the days that cut so deep…
“Maybe all the pain that no one sees…”
And maybe that was enough. Maybe that was all she had.
The water carried her body.
The lyrics carried her soul.
The fish fed. The system healed.
“My scars… my bad luck to keep…”
The world didn’t care—but the song did.
And maybe that was why it mattered.
Because something cared.
Even if it was just her memory of him.
“I found peace in the chaos, I know…”
She drifted like a leaf across a battlefield in the hum of her heart’s voice, adding black tears to the stream that welcomed her with cold arms.
“The pain is a lesson to learn and let go.
“I’m trying to hide, but the scars are hiding with me…
“So I’ll make this path my own…”
She didn’t believe the words—not yet—but they sang her forward, note by note, breath by breath.
The Toxic Sovereign raged above. The Core pulsed below.
And in between, she floated—wounded, silent, crying.
A ghost made of silk and scars.
Time stretched, heaven and hell fading in and out with flashes of past scars—a life of a tough young woman, fighting to find her place in past mistakes and guilt.
Something white flashed in the blur ahead—an arctic fox, bounding through moss-slick water like a streak of breathless instinct. The fish were gone. Her wounds were only half healed, but just enough to survive—her high Constitution pulling her through.
The air changed first. Damp rot gave way to sterility. The phosphorescent glow of Floor 8 receded behind them like the memory of warmth, replaced by a blue-white shimmer that made everything feel too clean, too sharp.
Live… Live…
She didn’t think. She folded down, cell by cell, into something bright and drawing—a coin. A sharp edge carefully closed around her small, vulnerable form, pulling her out of the liquid, no doubt drawn by the glint.
[Perception] told her it first—chill, cold…ice.
Floor 7.
Her limbs shivered against its fur. Cold, but alive.
And for now, that was all the system required.
I know I think too much, Damon.
It’s all in my head, can’t let it go.
I’ve been fighting for space with all the same ghosts…
Am I spinning out of control?
Emotional daggers twisted inside her chest.
Fights.
Fights she started surfaced.
Visceral. Raw. All of it laced with insecurity.
A cry to be held by his warm arms.
His deep, safe voice, singing to her.
I’m sorry…
I’m so sorry.
I spent all my life wondering why—
Why bad luck always came so easy.
All the days that cut so deep…
All this pain that you see…
But you see me.
This place… This place is my hell.
But I’ll live in it.
I’ll live for him.
And you can’t take that from me…
-Day 3’s End-
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[ Next POV: Damon]
[ Theme: In the depths, Sophia’s third day ends.
But in the world above, Damon’s journey is still many days in the past. ]
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