After the trial, Galius found himself in a room. It was a room, yes, but it whispered secrets through the shimmering crystals on the walls. The walls, you see, they pulsed with ancient knowledge. Sonic, or was it a shadowy figure in disguise? They asked about life, about noble names. Ugnar was there, but his face kept shifting, like a mirage in the desert. Funeral? Whose funeral? Galius tried to remember, but the memories danced just out of reach.
Sonic's voice echoed, echoing through the chambers of his mind. "Galius, Galius," it chanted, like a mantra. "Tell us, tell us," it demanded. Galius stuttered, "I... I'm here. Who are you?"
Ugnar, Ugnar, his voice producing sound. "Funeral, message, questions," he repeated in an endless loop.
Sonic continued, "Experience, young, time." Galius's mind spun, spun like a whirlpool. "Different, same, place," he mumbled, trying to hold onto something, anything.
The Gallemans, the shifting faces, their voices blended into a symphony of noise. Trial, together, again, again.
Sonic, not-Sonic, maybe-Sonic, "Destiny, universe, eternity." Galius's thoughts fragmented, shattered into a thousand pieces. "In it, together," he whispered.
And so, Galius and Ugnar stumbled forward, into the labyrinth of their own minds.
In the swirling, mind-bending haze of fragmented thoughts, Gargantia made its presence known. Or was it a presence? A force, maybe? The name, Gargantia, echoed like a distant memory, or perhaps a forgotten dream.
Galius and Ugnar grasped at Gargantia, a lifeline in the sea. They clung to it, even though it was as slippery as Shadow The Hedgehog's controls.
As Sonic, Gargantia, and Ugnar clashed in their cosmic battle, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble in response to their celestial struggle. Stars flickered and danced in their displays of light, and galaxies dissappeared like ants hit by an atom bomb. Time itself yielded to their will, as moments stretched and compressed at their every thought. The laws of physics bent and twisted, defying logic and reason. Colors and shapes merged and separated, forming surreal landscapes that shifted with every thought and intention. It was a battle that transcended the boundaries of comprehension, a dance of cosmic forces that reshaped the very essence of existence itself. The universe fought back against their sheer power and reshaped itself into something different.
Sonic and Gargantia stood there, their cosmic energies crackling with tension. It was a cosmic showdown, and emotions ran high. Sonic was really sad, just like Gideon had said earlier. He mumbled something about losing his memories during a fight, something about a friend. It was all a jumble of words and thoughts.
Gargantia, its presence shimmering like a distant star, tried to make sense of the situation. It asked Sonic about his thoughts, why he had done what he did. Sonic replied in a disjointed manner, something about revenge and a desire to prove he was right.
This conversation seemed to repeat, like a broken record. Sonic mentioned killing someone, just like before. Gargantia tried to probe deeper, asking the same questions again, hoping to unravel the mystery.
Sonic's responses remained cryptic, his words dancing on the edge of coherence. He spoke of figuring something out and needing to find someone. Gargantia persisted, wanting to understand the reasons behind Sonic's actions.
The conversation looped back on itself, with Sonic repeating his desire for revenge and his need to prove himself. Gargantia, like a patient cosmic therapist, suggested that maybe Sonic had acted out of a sense of being beaten.
But Sonic, in his fragmented state, seemed lost in a maze of thoughts. He questioned why he had revealed certain information about his lost memories, and Gargantia tried to decipher his motives.
Sonic's words swirled in a never-ending spiral, his frustration evident. He mentioned being beaten by Gargantia and not having it coming back from him. Gargantia offered guidance, suggesting a different path, but Sonic seemed determined to leave.
Gargantia, still attempting to steer the conversation toward clarity, reminded Sonic that many had tried and failed to be strong enough. But Sonic, stubborn as always, insisted that they were all too weak.
As the dialogue continued, Gargantia hoped to understand why Sonic held such anger within him. It urged Sonic not to repeat his actions, to use his mind to control his impulses. Sonic stated his intention to leave and not return to his parents.
The conversation ended, leaving a lingering sense of cosmic confusion and an unresolved tension between Sonic, Gargantia, and the universe itself.
