Kieran was the first to walk upon his bridge, and he pursued the end with the greatest momentum out of the seven… until he didn't.
He followed the pull of the Condemned Chain that was to be passed on, that much he was sure of. While following it, however, he failed to realize when the scenery around him had begun to change or the sickening scent of rotten blood wafted past his nose.
Something was wrong. Very wrong. That amiss feeling gnawed at Kieran's confidence.
'What?'
Why did he not understand what was going on with his body? Or where he was exactly? Wariness and alarm gripped Kieran's mind as he glanced at the six empty bridges spanning deep into the distance.
The other Inheritors were gone.
Had the Testament of Dying Blood already taken him, or were they taken?
"…Hello?"
No answer. Complete silence.
"Altair…"
