The draining consumed me.
Luna's power erasing Haven.
Replacing her with perfect Omega Servant.
With puppet ready for harvest.
With fuel for the soul-heart.
My memories faded.
My mother's face disappearing, her smile blurring into shapeless light.
Astro's name dissolving, letters scattering like ash on wind.
My own identity vanishing, becoming shadows without substance.
Just Omega Servant remaining.
Just role.
Just number.
Just nothing.
But underneath the erasure.
Underneath the draining.
Underneath the dissolution.
Something remained.
My wolf.
Bound by chains that glowed like trapped moonlight.
Caged in a prison that hummed with divine frequency.
Imprisoned by Luna's power, wrapped tight as burial shrouds.
But still there.
Still present.
Still screaming.
And through her screams.
Through her fury.
Through her desperate resistance.
I felt something.
The Omega Servant mask.
Fused to my forehead.
Part of my flesh.
But also separate.
Also removable.
