Shock…it was a word that could describe many different states of a person.
Shocked by happiness, stunned by disbelief, frozen solid by the sheer audacity of an arrogant prick.
But one thing all of these shared in common was the fact that the person experiencing them would freeze, their minds halting as they tried to gather the facts and piece together a coherent story, hoping, praying for a way to encompass the disbelief in their minds.
Leonidas was currently feeling the second one…disbelief. His mouth hung open, his body perfectly fine in the imagination of his phosphene space, which had partially unfolded the moment the message from the Labyrinth had revealed itself.
What in the good name of coherence?
His phosphene space unfolding without permission was weird enough, but to see the Labyrinth speaking to him for anything other than matters that related to his ascension…it was definitely food for thought.
What do I do…?
