"Up, up, la..aa…zy…."
The voice of the alarm was about to ring again when I unconsciously released a wave of electrified field from my body, and the delicate inscriptions inside the silver orb were fried.
I closed my eyes, and I tried to settle my soul from the memories that lingered from whatever I had just experienced.
A few minutes passed, and the smell of the cookfire outside my tent drifted towards my nose, and the fact that I was acknowledging this told me that I was beginning to recover.
What I had seen had clung to me deeper than I had expected, and I was beginning to fully realize the price of having a powerful soul. My memories were so clear, and they sustained themselves far past when they should have faded.
