Zakar's hate burns in his belly.
Alone on the fifty-sixth floor, he nurses his hatred like a mother does a newborn.
'When I leave here I will find who he loves and destroy them, everything and everyone he has ever touched will burn'.
'I will break them'.
With every wrench of the crystal, his hatred grows.
If the future of the church didn't rely on these crystals he would leave right now.
His heavy breathing is cut off as distant noises become clearer.
Zakars hears steps coming from the archway to his right.
He stares dumbly at it until the footsteps reveal the hated pair.
The Jun's clothes and leather have so many holes and loose strands he could be considered a beggar.
The other has a grey cloak covering her from head to toe.
Zakar moves before they can take another step into the hall.
His blade is removed and his feet feel like feathers as he closes the distance.
