Merciless tightened his fists and narrowed his two pairs of eyes as Ceridwen's statement resonated in his mind. A beast large enough to swallow entire concepts; a Reality Blight—stood before him. Even if his current power was insufficient to completely destroy it, he didn't have to. He had more tools at his disposal to at the very least try to save Hector.
Ceridwen's ignorance of his abilities was obvious. Her warnings about the dangers were amusing at best. She had no idea just how resourceful he was, especially when he put his mind to it.
"You really think this thing is beyond me? That running away is the best option?"
Merciless snarled beneath his breath. His ichor pulsated with the combined strength of many entities, continuously moving and eternally evolving. Even now, he could feel his mind spinning through solutions, connecting various ideas like puzzle pieces.
