Chapter 58: Through The Flicker of Light
The bright flash of light hit his eyes, causing a sharp sting that made him squint almost immediately.
But this wasn’t like the usual blinding lights he’d seen before. No, this one was different—almost... familiar. It felt like déjà vu, the kind that gnawed at your mind, pulling you into memories that weren’t quite yours.
Something about it felt like it belonged to someone else, or rather, to his former self.
He blinked, trying to make sense of it, but the flicker came again—faster, more intense. A vision. The same vision, over and over. It felt like time was collapsing in on him.
What is this? His thoughts screamed as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
The bludgeon. The hammer. It was a vision that clung to his mind like a dark, unresolved memory. The handle slick with fresh, thick blood, dripping slowly, pooling onto the ground. The metallic scent hit his senses, sharp and suffocating, a cruel reminder of something terrible. The hammer swung, its tip stained with crimson, the blood spreading outward in slow, deliberate arcs, staining the world around it.
Another flicker.
His mind scrambled to grasp the fleeting image. A leg—hanging unnaturally in mid-air, twisted at an impossible angle. He caught sight of it from the front, the pale skin stark against the shadows. A girl? No—wait. The uncertainty gnawed at him, the fleeting glimpse slipping away just as quickly as it came.
His heart thundered in his chest, his pulse racing with the weight of what he had seen.
Then came the final vision. This time, it wasn’t the same. Something had shifted. This vision was different.
’What... am I seeing?’