The fire crackled and danced in a crimson hue as he clenched his fists into a tight ball. His mind was made up a long time ago, and all he had to do now was strengthen his resolve. "8th step of the–"
His voice wavered when Raph suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. He didn't even hear him disappear or feel his energy fluctuate... it was like he just appeared? Was that speed? He thought, but his mind was busy comprehending something else.
He felt a chill that crept up his body, and it was a terribly cold chill that the fire couldn't burn away. It felt like he was naked and thrown into a snowstorm, only to find a match that burnt relentlessly in that storm as his only source of light. The cause of such coldness was peerless white eyes. It was like staring at two moons that exuded a malevolent hue, a color so invisible that one would most likely miss it. It was ethereal and magnificent, leaving an imprint on his heart.
