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Emery grunted in annoyance, his senses still reeling from the vivid and unsettling experience. The echoes of the future played in his mind like a haunting melody, and he couldn't shake off the trembling that persisted even after returning to the Celestial Domain.

"You sick bastard, you could have told me!"

The high elf calmly responded, "Then you wouldn't know what you really would do in such a situation, wouldn't you?"

Emery couldn't shake the feeling that he had been toyed with, yet deep down, he understood the twisted logic behind the method. The raw authenticity of the experience had etched the potential outcomes into his psyche, providing a unique perspective on the impending crisis.

As he brooded over the choices laid before him, the elf's words cut through his contemplation, "The celestials can't hold this domain for much longer. You have one shot to get this right. Have you decided what to do? Escape or fight?"