“This will be a bit uncomfortable, try not to move too much.” I heard Wyatt say. The room vanished before my eyes, but I wasn’t blinking this time. It took several seconds of weird flashes of colours all around me for a new room to materialize and I very quickly came to understand what he meant with uncomfortable.
I no longer was a person walking along with the events that shaped Alaric into king. Herbert wasn’t anywhere near this place, I wouldn’t be too surprised if he had already died at this point. I was now taking the place of whatever magical object he had left behind. The same magical object that reported back to Wyatt. The uncomfortableness came from the simple fact that my body and soul had been separated, and I no longer had limbs to move around. I was a simple item on a shelf,
