As they hooved away from the place of Nevis's death and into the storm, Rakshasa frowned and yelled, his voice barely even heard inside the storm "You are going into the storm!"
The Horse Replied, it's voice clear and crisp, yet pregnant with emotions, Mainly fear "Don't speak, it's here, keep your eyes closed, don't open them no matter what, Even if you feel like you are dying..."
Cursing the horse for its mysterious behaviour, he closed his eyes nonetheless, And asked again "When can I open my eyes?"
"You can open it after your boots stop shaking in fear!"
"Fear? I don't feel any fea-" His voice was abruptly cut off as he felt a gaze rest on him, it's intense murderousness encompassing his very core
Shivering in fear, his heart beating like drum, Rakshasa's legs started shaking as the horse stood still in the heavy storm , its eyes absolutely serious as it looked straight at an enormous Eye that had opened up in the sky
