|Date of Cutscene:||16 January 2018|
|Synopsis:||An unknown party awakens from a nightmare|
|Cast of Characters:||Lexicon|
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Blackness.
What is this?
"After everything you've done, what do you expect me to do?" Shadows gathering. A faint outline.
This doesn't sound right at all.
"I've always hated you." The darkness turns crimson, highlighting the outline of a woman surrounded by floating armor.
"Drop your guard and I'll kill you. Don't forget that." The figure raises a hand, producing an axe, its blade shining white amidst the crimson and black.
Eyes snap open. Blue sky. An unsteady breath tastes fresh air, the smell of grass and wildflowers. Glancing aside, the edge of a forest in the distance. The other side, medieval-styled houses in a small cluster, blue light pulsing faintly in right-angle patterns up their rustic walls.
Sitting up, those eyes cast downward. Hands lift, fingers flexing, shaking.
Slowly, the figure slumps back down in the grass, gazing at the sky, taking in the sounds. After a few moments, she inhales deeply, eyes closing once more and releasing it in a sigh.
"...And that...wasn't you at all..."