Augusta felt the texture of the soft mattress once again, within her grip was the divine spear Apeiron still pulsing with that majestic light.
She slowly adjusted herself until she was sitting upright.
"Why did you stop the vision there?" She asked, her voice hoarse.
"Your mind was already unstable," Apeiron replied. "I couldn't risk it, your consciousness could have been lost in the past events."
Augusta snarled.
"Who asked you to—"
She paused abruptly, then sighed.
"Nevermind… just tell me what happened."
Apeiron lingered for a moment, perhaps judging Augusta unfit to hear the whole history but after a few seconds it yielded.
"Krepin was an ambitious man, one who would do anything for his country, both he and Nirva were close friends, you could practically call them brothers. They were both groomed from a young age as candidates fit to wield me but fate played a cruel game on the young ones."
It paused.
