You feel your consciousness shift to a fleeting memory of the past. Time is traveling backwards.
You intricately observe the interactions between these flashing mirages of the past before stopping at a certain memory. Here, Amon can be seen luring Orobas, the good-willed Martyr of Truth into another one of his tricks. "Hey, Orobas. Get over here now." His stern, solemn expression makes her jump to her paws in a flash and she gingerly skulks over, awaiting retribution. Curling back his lips to reveal a sharp row of razors, he inches towards her face for what seems like eternity before stopping. "BWAHAHAHA! Don't look so scared, I was just kidding!"Orobas takes a huge sigh of relief as booming laughter erupts from the depths of his throat. What else was expected from the sociable Martyr of Peace after all?
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Rocky Den
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