The tearing of flesh, the violation of one's purity, senseless pain and destruction, blood on the walls and dripping from the mouths of brothers and friends. The stars showed Morne all this and more.
His thoughts, meek and insignificant like a candle next to the sun, were barely audible over the roars of thousands of years of suffering and heartache. It took every ounce of his willpower to unveil his Sense and search for the path ahead.
Little did he know that this would only make it worse.
As if his extended Sense was an invitation to whatever horrid things clawed at his psyche, they used it like a bridge and stormed into his mind. If before, they were loud enough to drown out his thoughts, now there was the threat of losing his entire being to the voices.
