Footsteps echo throughout a dark, eerie hallway as the sound of heavy steps rings all around.
Attempt for reform number 613- A success YES! Baron's reform is finally complete. All that's left now is to send him out into the world. We plan on integrating him back into the guild alongside a couple of covert members who know his situation.
"That's great to hear, but what happens if he loses control? We've seen what previous tests have done. He might as well go on a rampage; how do you suppose we ensure he's in check?"
Don't overstress yourself, Nico; I've already handled it all. Everything he does now and whenever we choose to change will follow a path. The only way for him to lose control of his mental and physical state would be for that loop to break. Still, as well as him being near such a high dose of LD, that would basically short-circuit his mind.
"Alright, Paul, I'll leave this to you, but don't make any rash decisions. I would hate to have you end up like your descendant, Mikalo."
Present Day Guild Hall Massacre-
What? What are you?
The party stood in shock, seeing what looked like a husk of a person covered in black that leaped straight in front of them, asking for help.
RING
Baron's head began to scramble together as he looked around, seeing that only Marx and the figure before him lay comprehensible; everything just faded into the background, leaving him in an open space.
Baron.
It looks like it's finally time. I didn't know how much longer I'd be forced to watch my closest friend be played with like a pawn.
"MARX! I CAN'T SEE YOU ITS SO DARK, HELP!"
Baron could feel the breath of something right before his face, almost spitting on him with every breath.
Just open your eyes, Baron. They've been closed for so long.
Feeling his face pressure from squeezing his eyes shut, Baron realized that they had been closed, only open them to see an elongated mouth almost swallowing him whole.
IBRAM! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!
"damn, I could have sworn that you were gonna stay unconscious; now, host, scurry along and let me talk to that b*tch of a devil sight."
What!? Devil, what are you even talking about? Who are you, and what has happened to everyone else around me? Where's my party?
"settle down; just let meet talk to sight, and we'll all sort this out."
The color of the room around the two changed slowly. The room began to fill with colors, painting the floors, walls, and parts of the two bodies.
"You won't be able to speak to sight; I regret to inform you that the devil known as sight has been for ages."
If so, then who might you be? You seem to have a lot of the same powers they did.
"Me? I'm just a soul trapped in this fool's mind for too long, and I just happen to be the new vessel of their power now."