Hector had no time to react.
The moment Merciless uttered those words, his mind, or rather a portion was no longer his own to see as is.
A tidal wave of memories, past scenes, and experiences all crashed into Hector's consciousness.
No, rather than a wave, it is more like a flood.
A deluge... An unstoppable torrent of memories, knowledge, experiences, and horrors, all pouring in at once with no regard for his ability to process them. His body seized up immediately, his breath hitched in his throat, and his vision blurred into a chaotic kaleidoscope of sights he had never seen, yet now they belonged to him as if Hector had lived them himself.
"AWWW... my head... these visions... they are... th-THERE ALL SO REAL...
He shouted, his brain being assaulted with memories that were not his.
He saw it all.
