Woah... talk about a bomb... The Titan's proclamation and the weight of the enchanted tome's words felt like a nuclear warhead exploding my mental health into smithereens.
I wasn't sure at what point my ability to comprehend reality returned, but, as soon as it did, I heard the Titan practically chanting apologies.
'I apologize. I really am sorry.'
'It is... okay... what did you mean by that is your name?'
'Impyranon... I am Impyranon. The Alsindyr is my special fire. That's all I can remember, but if you keep studying this terribly painful book... I think we will get more answers...'
'Impyranon, eh? Sounds great actually. If I go back to studying this book, it's going to hurt us both isn't it?'
'Of course it is. That piece of magical filth one of you blights made is horrendous on the mind, but it will make your mental strength increase and, by default, mine too.'
'Blights? You realize that is offensive right?'
