Kieran speculated that blending an Inheritor's innate Class Abilities and the abstruse power of Significance would be an ambitious goal. However, he also hoped that conjecture would be disproved, allowing them to find straightforward success
…It hadn't been.
His assumption stood firm, and the days that passed verified this.
The Sacred Inheritor and Kieran became vexed with the seemingly unattainable target. Countless failures had almost driven them mad, but nothing like the Flame could accomplish.
Kieran was all too familiar with madness. This wasn't madness — it was insanity.
'Fuck! This is insane. We've been at this for days, and it feels like we haven't made an ounce of progress.'
Kieran cupped his eyes and groaned, giving the weary oculi a brief massage. Unfortunately, it wasn't as pleasant as he could have hoped for. A whiny voice echoed in his mind, and it didn't belong to the Flame.
