"Gmph!" Chase struggled violently in his sleep, thrashing and clawing at the corners of his wretched mask.
It had ensnared his face entirely, tangling and ripping at the threads within his own flesh.
However, Chase had no clue that he was both actively and subconsciously convulsing in his sleep.
In his vision, he foresaw several chronological events play out in overly specific orders. The strange visions had both caused him quite the nausea, as well as the terrible and aching feeling of Deja Vu.
Chase could not speak, as per usual when these sort of events occurred.
Struggling under a liquid veil of smoke and ash, he had no use when it came too any of his senses other than that of vision.
Luckily, he had undergone something very similar to this a decent time ago, and that one... Had been a thousand times worst.
He occasionally thrashed as an unfamiliar and unapologetic memory flashed before his eyes.
However, he had been pondering a sort of-explanation for such events. He thought that perhaps, using soul sight could tell some sort of story within the visions.
It had been written several times over in the scrapbooks that covered his and several of his party member's room.
Along with several impossible theories, as he had most certainly gained an addiction in trying to solve the unsolvable.
There were countless things that rattled at the edge of Chase's mind, whispering with echoes following in their wake.
However, it was only now that his thoughts had become so clear... So... Rational.
Something had shattered, broken within the cranium of Chase's skull.
He had taken countless blows at this point, by both weapons and magic, all of which strong enough too kill a normal human effortlessly.
'How strong have I gotten?' He couldn't help but ask, before returning to his initial train of thought, and the reason for his deranged behavior as of late.
He wondered if one of Rider's strikes had damaged his brain, or if the seal he had wrapped around his wrist had done some sort of mental damage as the result for imprisoning The Lesser Goddess that had once claimed him her Champion.
He remembered Lithica's written note-warning of Onyx's disappearance, and the being that they had come in contact with within the library ruins.
Still gnawing and scratching at the cold scales mixing with his own skin, he blinked and foresaw a different scene from before.
It was cold, empty, almost numb, yet there was a strange comfort, or maybe it was discomfort. It suddenly had become far harder to trigger soul sight within the confines of this vision; however, Chase quickly realized that he could audible noises now.
A soft whisper cut through a dark space, as a soft melody hid behind that same young and feminine whisper.
Then a single flame sparked within the space, lightening a scene out before his vision.
A young girl was sitting lazily on a wooden stool, her head down and her pitch black hair hanging over her face.
Chase blinked and the lantern was snuffed out before he could even lift his eyelids.
This time, he could feel warmth and happiness, safety and compassion. And yet there was some sort of itch on the back of his spiritual body or more so ghostly phantom.
Then a bright light nearly blinded him as shades of ivory tinted the edge of his vision.
He was standing in the center of a grand church, and before him was a fatally beautiful woman.
She was slightly skinny, with long and Lucious black hair. Her eyes were indigo-blue, and her soft smile almost felt empty and picturesque at the same exact time.
Simply put, it was like looking into a space with absolutely zero matter within its confines, yet light still showing a picture within said space.
Chase shrugged at his own thoughts and narrowed his eyes.
The girl almost looked familiar, like he had seen her somewhere at least once; however, he could not understand why he was watching a wedding, let alone standing across from the woman.
Then, as the elderly man with similar star-like eyes and a very powerful poise within his stance-lifted a silver ring, he suddenly flashed a grin towards Chase, a sinister and sickening grin at that.
Then a flash of darkness hit, with a powerful gust of wind following suite. Feeling a terrible singe rip apart his sternum, exactly where he had been struck hardest by the corruption-his vision returned and the man was nowhere too be seen.
Time had frozen along with the disappearance of the man, in fact the facial expressions of the people within the room had grown eerie.
Across from the aisle, a boy around Equan's age was chuckling at the distorted people around him wore looks of absolute fear.
The boy had slicked back autumn-colored hair, with dark-yellow eyes. But the strangest part about him, was the golden violin frozen in his hands-mid strum of the cords.
Chase found the guy's oval-shaped face quite punchable for another unknown reason, but ignoring the unfamiliar boy who had not been distorted towards the back of the room, unlike most of the men and women around him.
Equan stood close to the aisle, his left hand reaching for the leather handle of his sword.
Chase could tell immediately that whatever it was that had feared them so much had clearly already won, as Equan's hopeless body-language presented the fact that whatever was going too happen, had already happened.
Chase turned...
The face of the bride with a white veil over his eyes, and an ivory wedding dress frozen with the gust of wind blowing it aside-was petrified.
Her eyes had deepened to the absolute extent, and tears didn't even have time to well up within indigo-gemstones.
The pupils within said gemstones had reverted to the size of a tiny black dot-nearly impossible to see from the distance that Chase was at.
Her tiny lips had slumped, like life itself had been stripped from her in that very second.
Chase blinked.
The sick and twisted face of a women in her mid-thirties-grinned wickedly at Chase, while brushing a clawed finger across the throat of the bride.