Kieran's somber gaze never left the widening rift, even when gripping his head and howling in agony. He didn't know why, but after the rift grew large enough, it became as if he could no longer extricate his gaze from what was to come.
It was far too important, far too… spellbinding in a destructive sense. Kieran was equally terrified and mystified. What level of power did this presence represent?
If unleashed, could that presence roam unchallenged across the Xenith? The thought was dreadful and alarming, bringing Kieran to muster enough clarity to speak to the Flame.
'Flame… what the hell is that Hollow Body of Ruin? WHO is it?!'
An amused chuckle echoed throughout his already traumatized Realm, adding insult to an injury Kieran could barely endure.
