Suddenly, his vision blurred, and warmth surged through his body like wildfire. Pain erupted in his arm, a searing heat that ignited despair within him. He cried out, a sound of anguish that echoed off the ancient stones, yet the world around him remained oblivious to his torment.
After shouting, he noticed something unsettling. No one reacted to his outburst. Instead, he saw himself, absorbed in the majesty of the pyramid, standing next to his own physical form. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he comprehended the impossible reality: he was witnessing himself from a distance, his mind splintering in two.
Panic surged through him. He could move, walking across the ground, feeling the texture of the stones beneath his feet, the coarse surface of nature reclaiming its territory. As he approached the pyramid, he closed his eyes, trying to ground himself. When he opened them again, he stood next to Halyna, listening to José’s captivating tales. The world seemed to shift around him, and once more, he closed his eyes. This time, when he opened them, he found himself no more than five feet away from the ancient structure.
"It's called Bilocation," a familiar voice interjected, slicing through the confusion.
"You!" Kyrie exclaimed, his voice nearly swallowed by the chaos of his thoughts. “What are you doing here?”
"I’m Naamaah Crow," Naamaah replied, a confident presence standing twenty feet away, next to two young children. The sight sent a pulse of unease through him. He could sense that she was the only one capable of wielding this strange power.
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"What are you doing here?" He frowned, instinctively reaching into his pocket to grasp the metal rod he always carried. He raised it defensively. “Where’s Alice?”
"Alice?" Naamaah stepped closer, halting about five feet away from him. “She is safe, and despite everything you may think, we meant no harm to her. If you believe we are capable of harming an innocent creature like her, you are wrong. And I’m telling you, if someone touches Alice, I will kill that someone without hesitation.”
"You kidnapped her!" Kyrie yelled, his voice rising with anger and desperation.
"It’s true, I won’t deny it. However, it is my responsibility to protect her. You know, not everything that the old Völundr says is the truth! I’m sure of it."
Kyrie stared at her, his mind racing. Doubt flickered in his thoughts, her words stirring a tempest within him. “But how can I trust you?” he demanded, his grip tightening around the rod. “You’ve taken her from us!”
“As I said, I won’t deny it.”
“What do you know about Völundr that I do not?” He glared at Naamaah.
“I don’t have anything to say, that’s up to him. But I know why he does what he does; he also wants to protect Alice and you.” Naamaah's eyes shimmered with an intensity that made Kyrie uneasy.
“Why does that woman... Habondia, want Alice?” he yelled again, his frustration boiling over like a pot left too long on the stove.
“I still do not know. I have not managed to discern her intentions despite working with her. Yet, I will not allow Habondia to do whatever she pleases, to disturb the peace of this world. I will not let her harm the beings I protect, just as Völundr will do.” Her voice rang with conviction, but Kyrie felt the uncertainty lurking just beneath her surface.