Each Successor approached their predecessor and knelt before them with their heads hung low, accepting the passage of a strange feeling.
It wasn't so much a weight as an abstruse constraint, burrowing into them in ways many except Kieran and perhaps Aria and Lunariel couldn't fathom.
Kieran had no clue what it was doing to the others, but for him, it fastened around the edges of his Realm without squeezing too harshly. Perhaps it wouldn't constrict until he rejected the Oath, which Kieran had no design to currently do.
Oaths felt supreme, at least to the current him.
They felt like the pinnacle of concepts currently lost upon him, and Kieran was no fool to believe his Will transcended the likes of Scar and the others. Before them, he was nothing more than an ant waiting to be crushed for stepping out of line.
Of course, killing a Successor would be contrary to their purpose.
