Cyril's vision was overcome with the gleam of the fiery orange flames that reflected off his black water. Zain stood before him, steam flowing off his body in thick plumes as he panted for air. His skin was scalded slightly, showing a red tint from having boiled the water that imprisoned him.
'Suzaku's vessel?' Cyril repeated the words of Seiryu in his mind. His eyes carefully looked over Zain's form, noting his unkempt hair that flowed in no particular direction. How sloppy his uniform seemed, most likely from a previous battle. And the sheer animalistic way he attacked, throwing caution to the wind as he charged headlong into danger. And worst of all, the fact he continually chose to fight an opponent he had no hopes of defeating in the first place.
"Someone like this…is Suzaku's vessel?" Cyril couldn't help but question aloud at the seemingly impossible decision that the Divine Beast had made.
