Despite his inclination towards madness, the deafening silence within the sea of blood was comfortable.
Its strange warmth tickled Kieran's skin, creating an environment conducive to comprehension, separation, and utilization. A recount of many experiences played before Kieran's eyes, but he dismissed most while focusing on others.
Those presently vital to him were set on an endlessly accelerating repeat cycle.
Watching images flit by faster than one could understand was an incredibly maddening condition, but Kieran relished the feeling of having the simulacrums envelop him.
His thoughts were focused on one thing, and he had no idea how long he had remained like this.
Hekaina's participation in the final battle against Argexes replayed in his mind, completely ignoring Agrianos' presence for the moment. He dissected how she wielded mysticism, which was only possible because she had mastered all levels of its foundation.
