Andreas watched his finger bones slowly turn into light.
So slow and it doesn't hurt anymore... thankfully but I wonder what I should do? It's not i mind dying now but I'm in another world shouldn't I be chasing some grand purpose like defeat the demon lord... Nah that sounds like way too ambitious for me maybe I should aim to die in some grand adventure... yeah and if aldric's movie really was about his life. I can think of a few place and I could try those rituals he did to contact me...
Andreas scowled as his eyes bled from opened parts that become floated upward and disappeared.
Contact me... Heh heh I guess im some kind God to aldric... maybe that's why he was so angry at my, I'd be angry too if I found out that I ... existed? No more like I gonna die just be possessed be... me? Okay I'm confusing myself.
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Hours passed as Andreas skin has also almost disappeared reveal two thirds of his skeleton, and he occasionally occupied his mind with more thought of when will die, if his situation is a half dream, and questions of what to do if he recovered or woke up.
Behind andreas where the two girls panting profusely.
The girl with curly brown haired said in a tired voice,"Damnit! We keep on looping. Miss Anat, don't you know any other spells?"
Anatomy sighed and searched through the old and torn book and and said with slight deeper voice that suggestedthat she is far older that her child like appearance"No, there just ritualistic spell only, that old hag really is just a waste of space."
Anat closed the book and asked."so what now Nanna should we help it, for all we know it may be the cause of this mess and if we gain its favor it may just kill the old lady for us."
"Miss Anat are you okay you seem paler then usual."
"Oh." Anat touched her cheeks and rolled up he sleeves to see that she really is pale. " Okay we should really heal it at this rate you might die."
"What!!"
"I don't know why I didn't notice this, but its probably disrupting our abilities which would make sense why every monster was running away and not chasing us, they must have felt it influence on the area and is probably predatory to them."
"Oh! Soo if you saying we should him he's our best bet to escaping from this forest and the old lady."
"Hmm not really we could go back to the hag and negotiate for something but we would risk acquiring the anger of a Faunus goat and she will just end up killing us even if she decided to help... so I guess so it is our best chance of survival."
"Okay, then how do we do that?"
"Hmm..."Anat tilted her head from side to side and folded her arms.
"..."
Andreas heard them. Distantly, like voices through water.
He looked down at his hand. Or what remained of them, they were an arrangements of glowing bone, the light drifting off his fingers in lazy curls like incense smoke. The floating pieces of him that had dissolved into light began to turn into something thicker, something that hung in the air briefly before remembering gravity and dropping, it Dark red, Almost black at the center and very viscous. It hit his exposed ribs, skull and spine with soft, wet sounds that he found he could observe with remarkable detachment, as if he was already used to this abnormal condition.
I should probably do something, he thought.
He tried to move his leg. His bones responded, which surprised him. He tried the other. Also present. He looked at his bony hands again , and as he formed fists. Andreas laughed gleefully as he realized that he can move his skeleton on its own without the help of muscle, nerves and possibly a brain.
He stood up ungracefully. It was just a skeleton hauling itself upright through a sheer stubborn will. The moment he moved, the floating lights that had been orbiting him lazily snapped back like a rubber band releasing, thin rays converging from the dark air around him, threading back into his bones, his dissolving tissue, his open and lightless eye sockets. returning as though his body had been waiting for permission.
The starless sky above him cracked like a veil slowly being opened to reveal what was hidden behind it.
Andreas fell on his back.
He started laughing.
It was quiet at first. Just a sound from somewhere in what remained of his chest cavity — a resonance without lips or lungs to properly shape it. But it grew, and by the time it was recognizable as laughter it was the kind that had nothing to do with anything being funny and everything to do with the sheer overwhelming absurdity of still being here.
"I'm such a mess," he said to no one in particular, to the dirt, to the returning sky.
His voice sounded wrong. Like it was being reconstructed from memory.
He turned his head , slowly, and toward the sound of the two girls who had apparently been watching all of this, and looked at them through eyes that were only now beginning to exist again.