In an almost dim and dark room,
[LOG 2.0…. Initiating]
[Initiating…]
[Initiating…]
Aether lay sprawled on the cold ground, his body stiff, his breathing shallow as his eyes fixated on the glowing panel of his Log. The details, the ones he always sought, were not showing—only this single, stubborn phrase repeating again and again.
Just Initiating…? Was that really all it had to say?
'What are you waiting for, Log? I thought I already initiated?' he muttered inwardly as a ball of frost gathered in his palm. He tossed it toward the wall with a flick of his wrist.
Thud!
The frozen sphere shattered on impact, scattering into a cloud of delicate snow particles that drifted down and melted against the stone.
[Yes, But For every action there is a Consequence]
Aether's brow furrowed. His Log… always playing this game, always circling around the truth as if afraid to let him grasp it fully.
Trying so hard not to make him understand… wasn't it?
