"...Tsk, so that's it?" I look outside, seeing the fake Pandora who thinks she's me getting cozy with that tentacle bitch. Just as I imagined, tentacle monsters are dangerous.
In no time, she completely dominated me. That fake Pandora genuinely believes she's the daughter of that damned woman. It's so pathetic to watch my body surrender to that woman.
"You don't even act like me, behaving like a whore like that and treating that bitch like a mother... One day I'll tear that damn Mnemosyne to pieces..."
"But I can deal with that later. At least she's fulfilling her role well enough... But the other problem..." Ever since I've been stuck inside this mental prison to protect myself, I've focused on creating an element.
But I've also been keeping an eye on the outside, and I've tried to access the sea of consciousness. I've succeeded in all of that. Among the most interesting things, first is the discovery that I've never used my true form.
