The mountain where Eragon resided was desolate and broken, as if it couldn't withstand the continuous hammering of colorless lightning. However, unlike what Arthur had expected, the soil lost color, becoming transparent.
"Why does rage hold no color?" muttered Arthur with confusion. He knew that the qualities of a breaker made his powers colorless, but the rage was always pictured to be the color of blood.
A wrathful scream came from the mountain's summit as black lightning gathered around it. Eragon was chained at the top, unable to move or release his wrath any further.
"RELEASE ME!" roared the angry god, as if Arthur would obey. "LET ME RAMPAGE!"
"If you are so powerful, then you should learn some self-control," said Arthur to himself while ascending the mountain. It was a weird sight because he walked on transparent land. The target of Eragon's rage was this sea of consciousness, and Arthur started to feel worried.
