The haze of memories slowly flooded his mind until Rosacer finally saw them: a grotesque version of himself, a female version, and at last an old version of himself who had once battled a sea filled with Leviathans and, on another occasion, while wearing unusual clothes, helped a lady off a bridge.
"I remember…"
Rosacer finally opened his hand and snapped his fingers.
Pale green flames erupted, covering his entire body. Suddenly, he felt the blight coursing through his veins.
"He is waking up…" one of the giant rats spoke before lunging through the dark underground sewer toward him.
But before it could reach Rosacer, his body was already engulfed in pale green flames, and soon the giant rat was reduced to mere ash.
The other giant rats fled at the sight of the flames. Some of those in deep sleep were burned alive as the fire spread rapidly through the gas-filled sewer.
