Epilogue
“Aaaaarrgggh! HOW? That man? Just- Arrrgh!” Prince Augustus Versaille Austenian shouted.
The battle had gone according to plan, although there had been moments where he had worried things may turn sour. Then, just as he had considered it all but wrapped up, the Prince had his assumptions turned on their head when the bloody Aegis of Grecia had appeared and unleashed his ungodly Presence over the battlefield.
At that moment, Prince Augustus had thought he may have to return to his father with terrible news, that would further remove him from the race for the throne. However, miraculous events had transpired, leaving that dark reality little more than a hypothetical.
Still, Prince Augustus thought he may have even preferred that to the humiliation he was suffering currently. Even now, the rabble roared their approval at their savior.
“WARLORD! WARLORD! WARLORD!”
The noise grated on him, driving him red with rage. His attendants wisely kept their distance inside the command tent.
“This Logan Brewer fool, we must make an example of him!” He shouted in his anger.
“Would you like us to apprehend him, your highness?” One of his nameless servants asked.
“No you fool, are you deaf? You can hear what the common rabble are cheering just as well as I can! And that is the one right my father taught me never to infringe, especially during wartime.”
“If this Logan Brewer has been appointed as a Warlord,” The Prince continued, “Then we must be very careful with our steps from here on out.”
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Just then, a massive noise sounded over Fort Errstile, and the surrounding area. It drowned out the noise of the Legion, the sound of an enormous gong echoing over all of the Austen Kingdom, and the rest of the Ethonia Empire. An equally sudden idea burst into the Prince’s head, along with the overpowering sound.
“Ahahahaha! Perfect! I had almost forgotten, but we can use this to our advantage. As a newly risen Warlord, his attendance of the Conclave will be mandatory, and that’s where we bury him. Prepare my things, we return to Auburn, and my father!”
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Logan floated in a much more familiar Void this time, the beautiful starscape spreading out in front of him once again. He let out a relaxed breath. Even if he was dying in the real world unbeknownst to him, here in the Void he felt supremely comfortable.
If anything, more than anywhere else in this new world, floating amongst the stars in the Void felt like home, a place he could always return to. His mind shifted back to the realizations he had made about his mentality while he had been struggling against the Aegis.
His alarm spiked through the roof. Suddenly the comfort he had been experiencing evaporated, just like that. Of course, that’s when another problem had to pop up.
“Welcome.”
Spinning towards the source of the voice, Logan found himself face to face with himself. Of sorts. Logan let out a gasp as he studied the copy of himself, noticing the key differences. Notably, that the copy seemed to be made out of a condensed solar system, glowing with cosmic energies, despite sharing the same form as Logan.
“H-hello there.”
“General Kenobi.”
Huh. Did this thing just make a prequel joke?
“U-uhhh…”
The copy of Logan let out a sigh, before eventually responding.
“Wow, how rude of you, after I went through all that trouble to make myself mouthpiece you would feel comfortable with. But no, I get it, the physical embodiment of reality is scary no matter how it appears.”
Thoughts slowly clicked together in Logan’s head. He thought it couldn’t be, but he also couldn’t come up with any other answers for the mysterious intruder in his Void vision.
“Are you..?”
“Looks like you put it together. Yep, I’m a construct made to represent my existence in a way that won’t immediately scramble what little brains you have in there. Pretty neat huh?”
“But, why… Why are you me?”
“Well, somehow, you managed to keep your own personality instead of becoming my host body upon your arrival. So, I was forced to recreate a model of you exactly so I could identify the issue. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like I can control you beyond making certain decisions more enticing. How sad…”
“Well, anyways,” The Being continued in Logan’s voice, “I figured I would use the model to communicate so I don’t kill you for now. Good luck out there!”
And with that, the vision shattered.