Finding what he needed in the clutter that was his memory was challenging but not impossible.
The muted brilliance became a subtle beacon to draw his attention once he sifted through the disorder.
Of course, he couldn't let the Flame learn of his actions. He didn't know how it'd end up affecting the Flame, and he didn't know what the petulant thing would do in retaliation.
Though it had claimed to need him, Kieran was a tough person to convince. He was often the only person who could persuade himself unless irrefutable facts resolved the concern.
Inside his Realm of Self, Kieran remained still without giving away a hint of his efforts. The Flame wasn't a fool, but it had done something foolish. The ruin that destroyed a considerable amount of this realm had turned the area near the Equality Gate lightless and dull.
