“How many times have I died?"

“And why is it, that with time and space bending to my will, I still keep forgetting stuff like this?”

The power of the Torimbalo is not meant to be used by consciousnesses such as yours. The effects can be unpredictable.

“So who is the Torimbalo for then?” Rex asked as he wandered around the base of the enormous stone hut.

It is not a tool for anyone’s use. The power was corrupted and shaped into the Ortrix.

“Maybe I can stop that happening,” Rex replied.

If only.