Ruins of Angel Grove
"Pain...Pain...Pain...stop touching it...STOP!" Whoever was talking, his voice jolted Simon from his trance and he removed his hand from the black monolith. Simon suddenly felt as though he'd lost a lot of strength, his legs barely able to support his body as Simon steadied himself upon the chamber wall. Simon's breath was heavy and quick, his eyes locked upon the black stone and now seeing it for what it really was.
A Trap.
"No...not a trap..." Simon said to himself and yet, trap seemed like the most accurate way to describe the object. Whatever that thing was, it was reading his mind and probing through his entire being. What for? What was it looking for? Was it even alive? Simon felt as though it were best if this object were to be destroyed and placed his drill core in his hand to do just that.
And then the desire for destruction left him.
Something the object still seemed immaculate to Simon. He could judge that a Spiral Drill would be strong
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