The burdens of a Myth were titanic, and Kieran understood that indisputable truth.
However, it didn't seem dire enough to warrant Agatha's grave expression. Sure, being bound against your will or willingly didn't feel exceptionally good, but sometimes it was necessary.
For example, when the choices involved choosing between the lesser of two evils. Both had loathsome disadvantages and repugnant drawbacks, but one offered a more tolerable outcome.
That was the case concerning the Myths.
Sometimes, choice was a heavy and sinister responsibility. And thus, sometimes, choice had to be removed, creating irrefutable uniformity.
Kieran mulled over the hinted heaviness of a Myth's burden and looked at his hand. His eyes traced the Mark of the Maddened marring his palm, his direct link to Argexes, a source of nefarious and dark power.
