The Awakening of the Queen!

"When you gain something, you usually have to lose something too, right?"

"What do you mean? I didn’t lose anything when I got my purple eye power!"

"Well... let’s just say you did lose something, silly girl."

Elara, clearly annoyed, snapped back:

"Can you please explain exactly what I lost?"

"Let’s be logical about this. Right now, you’re immortal. That means you don’t get cut into pieces, your bones don’t break, and physical injuries won’t kill you."
Elara nodded.
"Good! Now, in return, you feel pain way more intensely than normal humans. Also, imagine someone finding out you're immortal—they might go, ‘Whoa! That’s awesome! I wish I had that!’"

Elara was sitting on the bed, yawning.

"What’s your point? I’m sleepy..."

The voice in her head shouted back:

"Don’t doze off while I’m trying to be philosophical, dummy!"
He cleared his throat.
"Listen carefully, Elara. You and I—we’re here for a reason. We’re in this together to the very end."

Elara was still half-asleep when suddenly, her right hand turned golden and, under the assistant’s control, smacked her across the face.

"What was that for?! You never said you could control my body, you overbearing weirdo!"

"Well, I’m not a weirdo—but yes, I can control my host’s body when they’re sleepy. It’s a standard protocol. I just used it a bit creatively."
He chuckled.

"Don’t laugh, you sneaky little... whatever you are!"
Elara sighed.
"Fine. You ruined my nap, so at least make this quick."

"Sure! I was saying... to outsiders, immortality might look like a blessing. But in truth, it’s not just a perk—it has a price."

"Yeah, I admit, feeling more pain than normal people is kinda awful."

The assistant laughed.

"See? That’s why you’re so easy to tease."

"Stop mocking me, golden brain."

His laughter grew louder.

"Okay, okay. Listen. Death is necessary for all living beings. It’s a part of the cycle—like any other experience.
Life, without an end, becomes boring… meaningless."

"So what? What’s that got to do with me?"

"You don’t have that end. You can’t die. You can’t reach peace, even if you want to."

Elara’s eyes widened. She had never considered that one day, she might actually want life to end.

"See now, Elara? Your immortality might be great for battle, but in daily life... it’s a heavy burden."

While she was lost in thought, the assistant made her smack herself again.

"Stop hitting me with my own hand, you controlling voice!"

"Sorry. That part was important—you needed to focus."

Elara groaned and slumped on the bed, still listening.

"Good! As I said—you were chosen. You were brought here to become the queen of this world.
You’ll reach that level by using your eyes properly, at the right time, in the right way. Eventually, you’ll awaken."

"Speaking of this world, what’s even my goal here? What about Ben and his weird squad—what are they up to?"

"Great question, Elara. Let me explain.
This world was created for people like you—color-eyed ones. Well... technically, it was built by your ancestor.
There’s a whole society here, even if they’re behind in technology compared to your original world.
But here, they have magic."

A mental image appeared before Elara—a person with a glowing eye.

"The goal here? It’s for descendants of the color-eyed to come, show themselves, and—if chosen—become king or queen of this world.
But… look here."

"Let’s say this person wasn’t chosen, but still wants to reach power on their own.
Normally, unchosen ones can only access three eyes:

Blue eye—which you already have,

Golden eye—what you're developing now,

Dark eye—which is your next step."

"Hold on, you said the dark eye was the final one. What changed?"

"Good memory! Yes, for unchosen people, the dark eye is the end.
But for chosen ones like you, there’s one final eye: the Eye of Clarity.
When that one awakens, your second eye becomes a swirl of black and white.
It’s the mark that shows you're the true ruler of the color-eyed in this world."

"So only chosen people can reach ultimate power—not the others?"

"Exactly!
There are a lot of threats here, Elara. And your job is to keep the unchosen in check."

"Wait—just because they weren’t chosen, they’re not allowed to reach the dark eye?"

"The problem is, unchosen ones don’t know they’ve reached the end.
So they keep using the dark eye, thinking it’ll evolve them—but it just devours their personality and turns them into corrupted monsters.
Your job is to either destroy them or separate them from their power and give them another chance."

Elara held her head and muttered quietly:

"For my current brainpower, this sounds like… a bit too much."

The assistant laughed again.

"True. You’re a little slow—but you’ll get there."

"If you’re done, I’m gonna go. I need to talk to my brothers about all this."

"One more thing!
You don’t get to choose this path anymore—unless you fail, or you misuse your power.
But if you do awaken and become queen… there’s a cost."

"What kind of cost?"

"Nothing too crazy. Just this—
As the queen who must maintain balance here…
you won’t be able to return to your old world."

Elara froze.

"I… can’t?"

"Nope. You’re stuck here."

"Like… forever can’t?"

"Yes! For the last time—YOU CAN’T GO BACK!"

Elara stood there, blank.
"...Seriously?"

The assistant, completely fed up, made her slap herself twice.

"YES, SERIOUSLY!!"