Bodies of Chosen with the same tattoos on the back of their hands as the ones who’ve done crimes. The thought of I can’t let them die goes through the Chosen’s heads, and suddenly the Chosen shift. Their bodies become more snakelike, foreign of the humans that they used to be. I have to save them. Another scenario, this time a thriving city in a desert. A shadow passes through, almost like a plague as Chosen turn into something monstrous. They start to rip and tear into each other, infecting the next person with the shadows. A thought rips through the current Chosen’s minds, despair as the thoughts of I can’t save them happen. The image flickers, and cuts. Then there’s just a bunch of ruins in the middle of a desert, former technology buried in the sand. Another scenario, this time a city surrounded by water. The image looks a little hazy, but... over time, the water rises, and rises. It rises through the tiers of the city, drowning it all in water. The water recedes, and the life that had been bustling around before are now gone. I couldn't save them.
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I cannot see yours, you know. Your soul. So pray, do not do anything stupid.
[ Not gonna even stay to elaborate on that. Byeeee. ]
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Emet-Selch is gone before he has the chance to even process that enough to ask about it. So now he's going to try to work through all that mess with a brain that's only somewhat cooperating with him.
Thanks, buddy!]