'I failed…'
Beads of sweat fell down Gerald's face as he found himself kneeling within a dark room. Lamps of all kinds decorated the room, and it was sparsely furnished, with only a table and several scrolls spread apart all over the desk.
Ancient drawings, inscriptions, and in all manner of languages were inscribed on the scrolls. They had an eerie, yet alluring feel about them. However, none of these documents were Gerald's immediate concern. His lips trembled, as his irises turned pin-sized, with his body shaking violently.
He felt nauseated—both from the side effects of his teleportation, but also from the realization that couldn't stop assailing him.
"The plan is ruined… I failed everyone who put their trust in me… Marci, Felix… little Mars… they're all—" Before he could complete his words, he felt an overwhelming sensation burn within his stomach, rushing through his throat.
It forcefully pried his lips open, and he vomited.
