Treva walked towards the tower, his mind racing, his head throbbing, and his fists clenched, drawing blood from his own palms. His mind was a mess of violent images and bloody memories. He walked slowly, unable to move to fast due to the voices all struggling for dominance in his mind. He walked to the tower and sat down, thinking to himself.
He was curious about the tower and thus entered the first level, studying it as much as he could, making all the notes he could while destroying any hollow that happened to come at him from the simulation. He wandered around, checking every corner and every inch of the room. He looked around and smiled as he wandered throughout the endless expanse of the tower and found more and more information. Eventually, he looked into the other levels as well, but none were able to entertain him as much as the first level did. Treva wandered through the floors, absorbing all the structures and construction into his memory, keeping himself occupied while he heard the shrieks of pain and terror slashing through his mind. He wandered before setting down for awhile.
He started to draw in the sand and memorize the layout he was creating. He thought about the entire layout of the floors he was able to easily make it through, the first 3, though he studied the fourth a bit, but it was a good bit more challenging to withstand that floor. He thought to himself and started to modify things in his mind, getting the complete structure of the room done. He needed a room with a good bit of distortion, or this wouldn't work, but he had enough trouble with the first few levels, so this plan would take time. He would need to do a lot of studying before he could fully complete this room.
Treva sat at the base of the tower and eventually, the screams died down due to their own boredom, and he was free to think as he wanted. He used all the memory he had and thought to himself as he worked out the plan in his mind on how to quiet these voices. He walked around for awhile, grabbing a few hollow who strayed to close to the tower, knocking them out and causing them to go unconscious for a few hours, but not to make them die. He kept them knocked out as he ascended, floor by floor, as far up as he could. Each floor was littered with more and more bodies of hollows that were slowly disintegrating.
On floor 7, Treva was having one heck of a load of trouble already. This was as high as he had gone before and he was feeling the pain wracking through his body from the constant battling and the knocking out of the hollow. Here would be the best place to start training for the first part of the creation of the room. Treva sat down, crashing the hollow into the wall so hard they couldn't move, and even if they could, he would simply blast them back into the wall. Treva walked to the first and smiled at him softly.
Treva's right arm went limp as he reached up to the hollow. He shoved his ghostly arm directly into the hollows face and straight to it's mind, making a massive highway of memories flow both ways. He struggled and tried to control the memory flow going to him and flowing from him, which was a challenge normally, and it was even worse with the distortion. Eventually, Treva lost control and absorbed the hollow's soul. "Tch... Useless thing.. Good thing I brought more."
Treva continued this for hours with new hollow every hour, the others completely annihilated on the wall as their corpses disintegrated one after the other until Treva mastered the art of controlling the flow of memories. Treva moved to the next floor and the next until he reached a floor with almost no corpses. It seems most hollow didn't even make it to this 11th floor, and with the distortion, Treva felt why. Treva continued his training on this floor, but he also realized going any higher might cost him his life, so he decided this was where he would make the training room.
Treva moved quickly from first floor to 11th, grabbing as many hollow from outside the tower as he could. Most didn't even make it to the 11th floor and disintegrated before then, but some made it. Those were the ones Treva needed. Stronger hollows that could withstand the distortion. He had assembled about 50 hollow, only about 30 of which were strong enough to do battle on this floor, though none of them did due to the fact Treva was there, ready to quell any opposition with some of the worst memories imaginable.
He had rearranged the pillars of the room, brought up chains, moved around some sand, and other things. It was an interesting room, and Treva was going to make it all the more fun as he wandered around, putting all the hollow in separate cages on that floor, constructed from pillars, sand, and reiatsu.
He was curious about the tower and thus entered the first level, studying it as much as he could, making all the notes he could while destroying any hollow that happened to come at him from the simulation. He wandered around, checking every corner and every inch of the room. He looked around and smiled as he wandered throughout the endless expanse of the tower and found more and more information. Eventually, he looked into the other levels as well, but none were able to entertain him as much as the first level did. Treva wandered through the floors, absorbing all the structures and construction into his memory, keeping himself occupied while he heard the shrieks of pain and terror slashing through his mind. He wandered before setting down for awhile.
He started to draw in the sand and memorize the layout he was creating. He thought about the entire layout of the floors he was able to easily make it through, the first 3, though he studied the fourth a bit, but it was a good bit more challenging to withstand that floor. He thought to himself and started to modify things in his mind, getting the complete structure of the room done. He needed a room with a good bit of distortion, or this wouldn't work, but he had enough trouble with the first few levels, so this plan would take time. He would need to do a lot of studying before he could fully complete this room.
Treva sat at the base of the tower and eventually, the screams died down due to their own boredom, and he was free to think as he wanted. He used all the memory he had and thought to himself as he worked out the plan in his mind on how to quiet these voices. He walked around for awhile, grabbing a few hollow who strayed to close to the tower, knocking them out and causing them to go unconscious for a few hours, but not to make them die. He kept them knocked out as he ascended, floor by floor, as far up as he could. Each floor was littered with more and more bodies of hollows that were slowly disintegrating.
On floor 7, Treva was having one heck of a load of trouble already. This was as high as he had gone before and he was feeling the pain wracking through his body from the constant battling and the knocking out of the hollow. Here would be the best place to start training for the first part of the creation of the room. Treva sat down, crashing the hollow into the wall so hard they couldn't move, and even if they could, he would simply blast them back into the wall. Treva walked to the first and smiled at him softly.
Treva's right arm went limp as he reached up to the hollow. He shoved his ghostly arm directly into the hollows face and straight to it's mind, making a massive highway of memories flow both ways. He struggled and tried to control the memory flow going to him and flowing from him, which was a challenge normally, and it was even worse with the distortion. Eventually, Treva lost control and absorbed the hollow's soul. "Tch... Useless thing.. Good thing I brought more."
Treva continued this for hours with new hollow every hour, the others completely annihilated on the wall as their corpses disintegrated one after the other until Treva mastered the art of controlling the flow of memories. Treva moved to the next floor and the next until he reached a floor with almost no corpses. It seems most hollow didn't even make it to this 11th floor, and with the distortion, Treva felt why. Treva continued his training on this floor, but he also realized going any higher might cost him his life, so he decided this was where he would make the training room.
Treva moved quickly from first floor to 11th, grabbing as many hollow from outside the tower as he could. Most didn't even make it to the 11th floor and disintegrated before then, but some made it. Those were the ones Treva needed. Stronger hollows that could withstand the distortion. He had assembled about 50 hollow, only about 30 of which were strong enough to do battle on this floor, though none of them did due to the fact Treva was there, ready to quell any opposition with some of the worst memories imaginable.
He had rearranged the pillars of the room, brought up chains, moved around some sand, and other things. It was an interesting room, and Treva was going to make it all the more fun as he wandered around, putting all the hollow in separate cages on that floor, constructed from pillars, sand, and reiatsu.
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